Wild Dream

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shrugged when he looked at her. “I didn’t share my plans with anyone. Not even my co-workers. All they know is that I’m taking some vacation time.”
    “Olivia said you came on a private jet. Did you have to tell your company where you were headed?”
    “I told them it was a short flight. I did have to let the pilots know so the flight plan could be registered.”
    Lincoln’s lips flattened. “That’s how the priestess knew. She managed to get them to give her the information.”
    Ava was happy she hadn’t tried to make a move on the co-pilot. “It still doesn’t explain why she has focused on me.”
    “We likely won’t know that until we confront her.”
    Ava lifted her brows at that. “You want to go to New Orleans?”
    “Definitely. However, I don’t see that happening for a few days. I’d like to know the answers now. Convincing Solomon to bring the priestess here might be more difficult than getting away from Kane.”
    That reminded Ava that they were stranded for two days. “What are we going to do about food?”
    Lincoln pointed to a bag. “Beau brought it last night. They’ll return with more food.”
    Ava shifted feet. “What about...other things?”
    A smile flashed before Lincoln turned away. “I’ll be on the other side of the oak. It’s all the privacy I can give you.”
    She waited until he had disappeared behind the tree before she went to the water. She knelt beside it and splashed some on her face. It took her two tries before she was able to pull her white shirt over her head to wash up a little more.
    The shirt was stained and dirty, but she didn’t care about that. It was the way her body ached that concerned her. She looked down at her legs to see the cuts and bruises from her and Lincoln’s dash through the woods.
    Ava then twisted to try and see her back and right side. She bit her lip when she spotted the edge of a bruise that was already black. It felt like the bruise covered most of her right side.
    “What the hell?”
    She looked up to find Lincoln staring at her with a mixture of fury and shock. Ava shrugged. “I told you I had a run in with those men.”
    “How many times did they hit you?”
    “Not half as many times as they tried.”
    He walked to her and squatted beside her. “That looks bad. Where else does it hurt?”
    “Back of my head.”
    She closed her eyes when his hands gently pushed her head down and moved her hair. His touch was light, tender. So at odds with the harsh curse words that tumbled from his lips a second later.
    “That bad, huh?” she said as she opened her eyes.
    “You’ve got a pretty big bump. This is where they must have hit you to knock you out.”
    “That explains the pain.” She held her shirt against her chest to hide her breasts. Being around Lincoln made her yearn for him, but it had been years since a man had seen her naked.
    His fingers trailed down her spine alluringly, making goose bumps rise over her skin. “Where else?” he whispered.
    Ava gathered her shirt higher at her breasts and let him see the left side of her ribs. She hadn’t needed to look there to know she would have a bruise. It hurt to breath deeply.
    Once more Lincoln’s fingers lightly touched her skin. His gaze locked with hers. He was so close she could see the ice blue ring around his eyes.
    “Why didn’t you tell me last night?” he asked softly.
    “I was being chased by a werewolf.”
    He smiled seductively. “You are some kind of woman, Ava Ledet.”
    That kind of compliment coming from a man like Lincoln was high praise indeed. As much as she wanted to kiss him again, she knew it would be a big mistake to get involved with him.
    He would always put hunting above anything else. It was in his blood, in his very DNA. She had already been left once. She refused to put herself in that kind of place again.
    No matter how much her body burned for him.  
    Ava turned away before she did something stupid and kissed him again. She stood and turned

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