she’d seen a ghost, and maybe a few zombies, too.
“Oh my God, come in.” She motioned him for him to enter, and he followed her inside.
The house was still dark, although she had switched on a light in the kitchen that illuminated her slightly. But with his jaguar senses, he could see her better than she realized, and he could see how her hair was in a messy ponytail on top of her head while she was wearing a light blue tank with pajamas shorts that had ducks on them. Sleep-rumpled, she was a delicious sight to behold.
But she was still terrified, and it took some moments and comfort from him to get her to calm down, even though she was intent on making him hot chocolate. Stubborn, was what Jude had called her, and Brennan couldn’t disagree. Mina was the type of person, though, who needed to provide for those around her, and in her agitation, providing him with a hot drink in the middle of the night after he’d patrolled her house, looking for strange men, was the way to repay him.
And after one sip of the hot chocolate, Brennan couldn’t say he disagreed with her tactics.
Brennan yawned after finishing his hot chocolate, and his inner jaguar yawned similarly, wanting to curl up in a warm spot and sleep the rest of the night away. Despite their banter, Mina remained antsy inwardly. He could still hear how her heart sped up at any little noise—a distant car, the sound of a cats running through bushes outside, the sound of the house creaking in the night. He knew he couldn’t leave her here by herself. And, another part of him added, what a tasty treat it would be to sleep in her house, with her only yards away.
Brennan had no reason to say no to that decision.
Now he was lying in the bed in Mina’s guest bedroom, staring at the ceiling, hearing Mina down the hallway. He listened to her toss and turn, kick off the covers and sigh, and punch a pillow. He heard her muttering to herself, with words like stupid and you’re such a moron filtering down the hallway. She might feel stupid for asking him to come over, but Brennan couldn’t regret doing it.
That being said, it gave him another reason to make certain that Mina was safe at all times. Sure, there hadn’t been an intruder tonight, but what about tomorrow? Or next week? Roger would come to collect his money, and although Brennan still wasn’t wholly convinced the man had the balls to come after Mina in her own home, he didn’t want to take the chance that he was wrong.
Protect her, must protect her , his inner jaguar hissed at the idea of her being in danger.
Brennan forced it—and himself—to calm. He’d figure something out.
He made himself stop thinking and just listen. Mina had settled down somewhat, and that allowed him to close his eyes. Although he hadn’t planned on sleeping, he could wake up within milliseconds if necessary, just like any cat, and he was rather tired…
Jolting awake at the sound of his door opening, he instantly went into defense mode, his eyes already changing, when he realized who stood in the doorway: Mina herself.
He calmed his jaguar and then stood up, going to her. “What is it? Did something happen?”
She seemed uncertain. Almost…shy. She bit her lip, and that was when one more thing occurred to Brennan: she was aroused. Or at least, giving off pheromones that caused his nose to twitch in anticipation. His mouth watered, and he knew she’d come here for something else. Something completely unrelated to any intruders or loan sharks.
Brennan leaned against the doorframe, relaxed now, his inner jaguar purring in anticipation. “Is this a habit of yours, waking people up in the middle of the night?”
He knew she was blushing, and his cock hardened. God, she was gorgeous, with those short shorts showing how creamy her thighs were, how her calves tapered into elegant ankles with tiny, delicate feet. Her hair was a pale blond that seemed almost silver in the moonlight, and he