Wolf by Madelaine Montague Read Free Book Online

being pinned to the bed beneath him. An involuntary shiver skated through her.
    Beau’s eyes gleamed knowingly. “I was talkin’ about on the field, sweet pea.
    But I ‘spect he’s got plenty of that kind of experience, too. He’s a marine, sweety—we fight hard, work hard, and play hard.”
    Sylvie cleared her throat. “My name’s Sylvie—Sylvie Stone. Actually, Sylvia, but I never really liked that.”
    “Sylvie,” he repeated in his thick Cajun accent.
    It was amazing how much prettier it sounded when he said it.
    He crouched in the doorway. “So, tell me, Miss Sylvie—what you wuz doin’ in a bad place like dat, eh?”
    Sylvie studied him. “You first.”
    His brows rose. All of the humor vanished from his face. “I don’t tink the sarg would like me runnin’ off at de mouth about it,” he responded finally.
    His accent got thicker the longer he talked—or maybe because he was agitated?
    Clearly, either way, it wasn’t something he was planning on telling her. But was there really any reason not to tell him what he wanted to know? She hadn’t wanted to before because she couldn’t think past her own troubles, but they had far more trouble than she did. It wasn’t likely they were going to narc on her and her friends. “I was supposed to pick up some people,” she said finally. “Carl—he’s a guy I know that has this sort of radical group—had taken some people down to Cuba for medical treatment they couldn’t get in the states. He needed somebody to pick them up and take them home. He knew my stepfather had a boat and he convinced me to sail down and wait for them.”
    He looked skeptical.
    “That’s all, really.”
    “Good ting for us. I doan know about the others but I shore was glad when I see dis boat just sittin’ out dere in the water. I was beginnin’ to think they was gonna catch us again ‘fore we even made it off that fuckin’ island.”
    “Beau!”
    The growl came from Mac. Sylvie recognized his voice even though she couldn’t see him.
    Beau surged to his feet, his expression a mixture of discomfort and resentment. “I was just talkin’ to Sylvie. You din say I wasn’t supposed to.”
    Mac stepped to the door and glanced around the room before his gaze settled on her. “You hungry?”
    “I’m about to starve stiff,” Beau responded immediately.
    Mac rolled his eyes. “Well get in there and find something,” he said irritably and then turned to Sylvie again. “How about you?”
    She discovered she was despite the tension in her belly. She nodded and surged to her feet. Mac scanned her attire and looked disgusted.

    24
    “It’s what you gave me,” she said a little defensively.
    He shook his head. “I don’t guess it matters what you wear,” he said a little irritably. “Come on.”
    Sylvie didn’t know whether to be flattered or unnerved by his comment, but she moved toward him. He settled a hand along her back at her waist, urging her out. It felt like a firebrand. She felt her skin prickle all over. The urge to outrun his touch, however, died when she discovered there were several men in the main cabin. She immediately felt a counter urge to stay as close to Mac as she could.
    Hawk, already seated at the table, watched her like his namesake as she crossed the room, at Mac’s urging and settled across from him. It wasn’t until a noise across the room distracted him, in fact, that he seemed to remember he had a fork in his hand.
    Frowning, he focused on his plate—which she saw contained one of the microwavable meals from the stores.
    “We’ve got chicken, chicken, chicken, and beef,” Mac said sardonically.
    Sylvie felt a flicker of discomfort and irritation at his sarcasm.
    “I’ll take another chicken if there’s enough,” Hawk said before she could answer.
    “Me, too! This is some good shit!” Cavanaugh said enthusiastically. “Better than the shit we’ve been gettin’, anyway.”
    “Enjoy it while you can,” Beau said tartly.
    Mac