“What are you doing here, Wyatt?” she asked again, her
voice hoarse. She asked—even though a part of her
already knew the answer. “How did you know I was here?”
Last year, just days after Joey had been buried, Sara
had met a sexy stranger with eyes the color of amber,
silken black hair and a wicked smile. She wasn’t the
type to pick up men in bars, wasn’t the type to go back
to a hotel with a guy she’d known only hours. But she’d
done so with Wyatt...and she remembered it all in vivid
detail.
She’d spent one week with him, one week in which they
rarely left his hotel room. On the seventh day, she’d
slipped out of the room while he’d been in the shower
and she hadn’t seen him since.
She’d thought about him way too often for her peace of
mind and what few dreams she had that weren’t nightmares
had been centered around him–hot, sweaty dreams that
left her aching and needy and lonely when she woke in
her solitary bed. Left her wishing she could be
different, somehow, that she could move past the mission
she’d set for herself.
She thought of him–wondered if he ever thought of her,
and figured the uber-sexy man had long since forgotten
her.
But now he stood in before her, watching her with that
grim look on his face. “I’m here because of you, Sara.”
“Why?” She inched backward, deciding she’d forget about
her bag. The gun. The crossbow. She could get new
weapons.
His lids drooped and when he looked at her again, terror
wrapped an icy fist around her heart. His amber eyes
glowed.
When he opened his mouth to speak, she barely heard him
say, “I think you know why.”
She was too busy staring at his fangs.
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