out.
Cari followed him before Cade could signal to her to stay so she could beg Cari to take her place. With a silent, sullen growl, Cade headed to her room and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater.
When she got to the living room, Isaac was sprawled on the sofa, head back, eyes closed, breathing softly. His unapproachable, tough guy face had lost its predatory look. His wide chest rose and fell rhythmically.
Cade approached him, moving softly on the rug to keep from waking him. It figured he was tired, since he’d spent his night trying to hunt her down. Stopping directly in front of him, she stared at him, at the broad shoulders that tapered to what she could only guess would be a lovely vee.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
It had been way too long since she’d been with a man, or even thought of being with one. Her eyes and her panther feasted on the sight in front of her.
God, I could crawl on him and straddle…
His eyes flew open, blue diamond lasers with a golden flash in their depths.
She flinched at the intensity of his look. Air caught at the back of her throat, and she struggled to speak. “You fell asleep. Long night?”
“Work. You just woke up, so how about you?”
“None of your business,” she snapped. Yeah, she was still angry about last night, about being his prey. “Where’s my sister?”
“Said she had an errand.”
Bullshit. Cade recognized what Carina and Laken were both doing. Damn them and their matchmaking. But Carina should know better. Carina knew he was trying to capture her.
“Lunch or shopping first?”
Cade was going to tell him they should pass on lunch and knock out the shopping until her stomach growled so loudly, even a human with their inferior hearing would have heard it across the room.
“Lunch it is,” he said, and smiled.
That smile. Those lips curving up in a way that made her heart skip a beat…
I am so screwed. So very royally screwed.
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I saac followed her out of her apartment. He couldn’t resist checking out her curves. Those hips he wanted to put his hands on…
The ass he’d like to…
Fuck. I’d better quit this before I get into all sorts of trouble.
His bear growled, but not necessarily in agreement.
Isaac didn’t want to push his luck by suggesting a romantic venue since she’d snapped at him a few times already.
Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.
He wondered what had happened to put the curvy beauty in such a bad mood.
She suggested a place nearby.
A few moments later, he took a ravenous bite of the sandwich he’d ordered at the deli a few blocks from her place. Then he remembered: he hadn’t had breakfast.
On the other hand, for someone whose stomach had growled so fiercely earlier, she seemed to be interested in nothing more than picking at her food, shifting the chips around on her plate, and plucking tiny morsels of the sandwich between her fingertips before daintily placing them between her lips.
Okay, no lie, she’s turning me on.
He averted his gaze from her mouth because this wasn’t working. He couldn’t spend lunch turned on.
She picked up her sandwich, brought it close to her mouth. “So, how’s your case?” She took a bite.
He looked into her eyes . Where’s this going? Why the casual conversation now?
“It’s a woman.”
She gasped. Her sandwich fell to the deli paper, split apart and scattered its fixings. She looked down at the sandwich and tried to reassemble it, a messy endeavor.
“That’s a useless cause.” The sandwich was beyond repair. “Let me order you another one,” he offered.
“Oh, no. I’m not really very hungry.”
He studied her face. “You sure?”
She nodded, but her face was so pale that it made him wonder if she was sick.
“Can I trust you?
She coughed. “Sure.”
“I need help.”
Her eyes grew wide. “From me? What kind of help can a kindergarten teacher offer you? My specialties are corralling little children and trying to organize paperwork