Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) by Talyn Scott Read Free Book Online

Caloosahatchee, and her own erratic breathing. The other eight patrons stared dazedly back at her, saying absolutely nothing. “Any concerns about the winter estates I can address?” Extol was at her back now, walking in half circles, inching closer and closer. “Anyone?” she inquired again. “Well, please, come back next week for dancing and cocktails at our annual bash celebrating Henry Ford’s birthday.” Where Wilson had proposed, so she sincerely hoped this was the last year she would have to attend. “The celebration will be held next door at The Mangroves.” Clasping her hands together, she smiled brightly. “We appreciate your interest in the winter estates, and now I’ll leave you in Chuck’s care.” Skating Extol, she nodded at the nighttime security guard. The only security hired for tonight’s private tour, and he didn’t look like he could get out of his own way, much less use the teeny-tiny can of pepper spray dangling from his utility belt if need dictated. “He’ll be happy to escort you across the street, to your cars.”
    Once she noticed Extol lingering, Molly’s smile slipped. She didn’t need lingerers, especially one so male , not when she was the only one working tonight besides Chuck. Even while wearing high heels, the top of her head barely reached Extol’s chin, which Molly found more than a tad unnerving. Her eyes flickered over him. His dark suit jacket stretched wide across shoulders born of another era, similar to Heath’s, a body meant for a knight’s chainmail. Who are you?
    It was her turn to clear her throat. “Do you have any further questions, Extol?”
    After a deep inhale, he slowly released his breath, his pale brows scrunching as though he were in pain. “I have frightened you.” Only then did he step back, raising his hands in a calming gesture. “Please, accept my apologies.” He smiled and then lowered himself on the bench.
    Extol’s futile attempts to make himself appear smaller, less threatening, wouldn’t help Molly feel any better. Still, he didn’t have to know she was here nearly alone. “Ah, no apologies necessary,” she replied. Casually, she moved incrementally away from the reflecting pool, nearing the only available exit. “I want to address all your questions before another security guard spots us and kicks us out of here.” Right , even she heard the deception in her voice.
    “I have only one more question for you,” he said so quietly, it gave her pause. “Would you have dinner with me?”
    “It’s late.”
    “Tomorrow, then.”
    “Thank you, but I have too many obligations tomorrow.”
    “When are you available?” Extol asked in a voice that implied he would not be deterred.
    “I’m not sure,” she said, feeling weird over this private encounter. His exotic eyes dropped to her ring finger, giving her diamond set a fleeting glance. Molly curled her fingers into her palm, still wondering why she hadn’t taken off her wedding rings. After all, she was a single woman, and single women didn’t wear wedding rings. “I just moved into a new place and things are up in the air for me right now.”
    “Do you believe in destiny?”
    She swallowed hard. “No, but I believe in getting a good night’s rest, so I’ll be heading out now. Um, just follow that main sidewalk, look for the Banyan tree, and the parking lot won’t be far behind.” She jutted her chin, matching his look of sheer frustration with one of her own, before striding the narrow walkway next to Mr. Edison’s office. She couldn’t care that she gave him her back, burning up the ground to leave. Something wasn’t right.
    “Molly Shirley,” he recited her maiden name, calling after her.
    How would Extol know her maiden name? What was his game? “You’re not here as a benefactor!” she yelled, taking a corner that led to the main house.
    “Wait!” He called out. “Please, do not run from me! I am simply unaccustomed to interacting with your kind in this