Unleashed by Shadows (By Moonlight Book 10) by Nancy Gideon Read Free Book Online Page B

taking Kendra with you, are you?”
    Cale pounded him with a glare. “Are you nuts? She’s not getting within a square mile of him.”
    “And you’re going to convince her of that, how?”
    “I’ll have to find some kind of distraction.”
    “Good luck.”
    “Also my problem, not yours.”
    Cale’s phone chimed. He glanced at the screen. An address on Canal Street.
    “Gotta go. My room’s ready. I need to swing by Babineau’s to pick up my stuff.” The belongings that fit behind the seat of his motorcycle, when at home, he had a walk-in closet that could easily clothe a board room.
    “Need a ride?”
    “I can make my own way.”
    Wearily, Silas shook his head. “I’m parked right there. Don’t be an ass.”
    Cale was tired. The weight of their entire, crazy plan pressed down upon shoulders still aching from a hard day’s work, upon a heart heavy with all he’d promised to so many. “Sure,” he muttered at last. “Thanks.”
    One small compromise that would get him where he needed to be that much sooner.
    *
    The sight of a weary, sweat-stained working man didn’t raise a single high-class eyebrow from the staff of The Saint on Canal, but as Cale strode across the pale hardwood floor toward a desk beneath two mammoth gold cupids, the other guests regarded him with something akin to horror.
    “How may I help you, sir?”
    Cale admired the man for not only holding his polite smile, but for not crinkling his nose. “You have a message for me. Mick Terry.”
    “Yes, Mr. Terry.”  An envelope was produced containing a room card. “Do you need any assistance with your bags?”
    Cale hoisted his duffle. “Thank you, but I think I can manage. Which way?”
    He slumped in the elevator. What were his brothers thinking getting such posh accommodations?  The eight-story boutique hotel screamed exclusive wealth. He’d talk some sense into them later. But first, that shower.
    The Archangel Lucifer Suite?
    He raised an eyebrow upon opening the door into a red, black and gold den of hedonistic luxury.  Floor-to-ceiling windows hung with red velvet drapes featured pull down shades picturing faintly naughty images. Dramatically modern black leather seating, red poufs, gold and glass tables, a glossy red and burgundy tray ceiling, and 60-inch flat screen mated with old brick and Victorian antique touches. And there was nothing the least bit subtle about a high-tech sound system, sleek tiled stage, mirror ball, and stripper pole. A bachelor party wet dream come true. He caught sight of Rico’s jacket and groaned. Great. The place would be a drive-thru for drunken, uninhibited females, and only one he longed to spend intimate time with.
    He opened bedroom door number one to see Rico’s belongings tossed upon the massive king bed. So that left the grand prize behind Door Number Two.
    A second king bed sat against an oversized tufted headboard, invitingly draped with Egyptian cotton sheets and shiny brocaded black satin. A rope of red LED lights outlined its black platform like a landing strip atop a sea of plush red carpet. One of the drawn window shades featured shapely legs clad in seamed stockings and black stilettos with sleek red soles, reminding him of Charlotte Caissie. Hanging pendent lights cast an inviting glow upon red marbled walls. But, all that sexy ambiance couldn’t distract his attention from the clear, plate glass wall dividing bedroom from bathroom.
    White privacy curtains were pulled back to reveal a modern black vanity with two vessel sinks lined in red. High end toiletries and stacks of fluffy white towels sat between them. Black, white-veined Carrera marble walls and floor reflected a mammoth chandelier. A huge gold-footed black tub stood at an angle so all he could see was the top of a tousled blonde head above its curled lip. As he stared, too dazed to even breathe, one slender leg rose, trailing water and bubbles.
    His bag hit the floor. Boots kicked free, followed in quick succession by