Protecting His Witch (Entangled Covet) (Keeper Of The Veil series Book 1) by Zoe Forward Read Free Book Online Page A

won’t fix you up. For now. Hey, how were those fuck-me pumps that came in yesterday? Do you think they’ll work to hook a hot date?”
    She’d already proved they worked. Her mind replayed the coatroom highlight reel. “They’re strappy…and way out of my budget.”
    “So they’re smokin’ hot. Excellent. Keep ’em. You need to embrace showing off your stellar body in some arena other than dancing if you want to hook Mr. Right.” He moved away to undock his iPod. He grinned over his shoulder at her. “Actually, who wants to be tied down to Mr. Right at our age? We’re young and all we need is a hottie with skills.”
    She put on her clogs and grabbed her handbag.
    “Maybe you’ll find someone at Friday’s meeting. I’ll pick you up at eight.” His phone dinged. “I gotta go. Got plans tonight. I met someone last weekend who’s got a body to die for.” He kissed her on the cheek. “I love you and you’re worrying me right now. Let’s try again tomorrow after work. We’ve got that exhibition on Saturday that we need to prepare for.”
    She squeezed his hand as he pulled away. “I love you, too.”
    She headed for the bathroom at the back of the studio, needing a break before she went home. Inside she wiped away the mascara under her eyes, then leaned in closer to the mirror. Shit, more lines. I’m definitely getting old . With her twenty-ninth birthday looming she was tired of the failed internet dates. Why, then, continue the online-dating torture?
    She liked the thought of longevity. Of a life partner. But she had yet to meet anyone she trusted enough to foray into bed with since Matt. Ten years. Had it really been that long?
    Damn him for ruining her for other guys. She absently traced the swirly edges of the raised brand on her wrist while staring at her reflection.
    A disorienting lightness entered her head and she stumbled into the wall.
    Oh God. Not again.

Chapter Six
    Matt’s finger froze on its way to deactivate his penthouse security. The blinking red light put Matt on instant alert. He glanced down the dark hallway, then back to the digital clock on the alarm panel, which read 10:05 p.m. His day of nonstop meetings had been hell, especially since his mind was trapped in a nonstop personal fantasy fest with Kat Ramsey as the star. Then a three-hour, seven-course dinner at his mother’s house had put him in a sour mood.
    Low grumbles from his TV emanated from the rec room. He lived alone. No one other than his housekeeper was allowed inside. She never watched TV, and he barely did.
    He unlocked the hidden gun vault beneath the hall table to retrieve his 9 mm. As he stalked silently down the hall, he opened his senses to detect the auras in the air around him. The intruder was a druid. A familiar one. And likely reclined on his sofa in his rec room sucking down his last Guinness. Damn it.
    He tucked his gun and cell into his overcoat pocket. As he rounded the corner into the rec room, he said to his brother, “Yep, thought you’d be finishing off the last one. A little consideration for once might’ve been in order. Did you even consider that I might’ve been saving that?”
    Eli granted him his classic like-I-give-a-shit smile before taking a hefty swig from the bottle. He closed his eyes in appreciative bliss. In his perfect British accent he said, “You can afford to buy more.”
    “You want to change lives and do this thankless shit? Just give me the green light and I’ll fix that scar so it doesn’t cross your entire face, just a little something like mine. Imagine, all this can all be yours.”
    Eli ran a finger over the scar that ran diagonally from his forehead, across his nose to chin. It was the reason he’d been pulled from MI6 missions. Too memorable. “I’ve become attached to this. It’s nice not to be identical. There’s also no way I’m spending Fridays with your mental sister and your mother. Not to mention those boring-ass PR parties and business bureaucracy.