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Magic Sight (Supernatural Bounty Hunter #2)(16)
Author: Lucia Ashta, Leia Stone

Brock hadn’t stopped glaring at Jack until the bounty hunter had driven out of town shadowing the police department’s transport. He’d even had one of his wolves collect Jack’s car from my cabin and deliver it to the gym so as not to encourage Jack to remain in town any longer than necessary. Since Jack’s orders to follow the transport van, with Calista locked inside, had come directly from Mack—the head of the bounty-hunting agency—Jack couldn’t refuse. Though I could tell he’d wanted to, if only to spite Brock.

Jack had been one big scowl since Brock had smashed his face. And though Jack had operated by the book in securing Calista instead of going after me, I couldn’t help but think that if the roles had been reversed, I wouldn’t have been able to allow Jack to die. I wouldn’t have taken the risk of him drowning at the bottom of a pool, no matter what the rules were. True friendship was reason to break the rules every time in my book.

Something shifted between Jack and me after his choice. It was evident in the conflicting emotions that had scrawled across his face. When Kenzie had finally dragged him to his car, he’d appeared remorseful, though why exactly I couldn’t be sure.

“I can’t believe you used to date that wolf,” Brock growled, not for the first time, as we sat in his bedroom. “I have no idea what you saw in him.”

I chuckled. That wasn’t true. Anyone could take one look at Jack and see the appeal. Besides, he’d kept his inner asshole at bay long enough for me to fall in love with him. But I sure as hell wasn’t about to say that.

“Yeah, well, he’s gone now,” I said instead. Reaching up, I pressed on the sides of my tender nose, pleased to see it was healing nicely.

“He almost let you die!” Brock exclaimed, again not for the first time. “What the fuck was he thinking?”

“You know what he was thinking. He was doing his job.”

“Yeah, well, doing a job means shit if you can’t think with your head out of your ass. I can’t believe he considered letting you die!”

The veins in Brock’s temples bulged, and I swallowed any irritation I had at the repeated discussion of the issue. Brock had feared he’d lose me, with good reason. Any number of things could’ve happened to secure my death—and that of our baby—in that pool.

But this was the life of a bounty hunter. It’s what he’d signed up for with me, whether he liked it or not.

I moved to his side as he pulled a fresh t-shirt over his head, allowing my eyes to skim the firm planes of his chest before he tugged down the shirt. It was a testament of how angry he was that he didn’t even react to the way my eyes hooded as I thought of taking his shirt right back off.

“I just...” he trailed off, and I placed a hand on his arm, finally pulling his gaze toward my eyes.

“I’m all right, Brock. It was a close one, but I’m fine now, and we can put it behind us. The siren is locked up and things are calm.” For now, at least. But I didn’t say that. It was unlikely that Brock would forget that as long as that gate to the underworld was cracked open, none of us were safe, especially not me.

Inching closer to him, I ran my lips across his jaw. “Thanks for rescuing me,” I whispered.

A visible shiver ran the length of his body and he groaned. Only this time it was a different kind of frustration, and the sound had my body warming up as if I hadn’t almost died just an hour before.

He whipped around and pulled me into his arms. “I should cancel the pack dinner.” His amber eyes met mine, flickering with a burgeoning flame. “I think you and I have better things to do.”

After the pack charged in and helped save our asses, Brock and I’d agreed that I needed to get to know them all. He’d arranged a big pack dinner tonight to introduce me.

Tugging me flush against him, he trailed tender kisses along my hairline.

“Mmm. As much as I’d like to see where this leads, you can’t send the wolves home. You called them here to meet me. What will they think if you cancel now?” My breath came out in short rasps as desire welled within me.

“That my woman is so hot that I can’t think straight in her sexy presence.” His kisses traveled down my neck and swept across my collarbone.

“Hmm. Well, in that case, then maybe we should cancel.”

What? I was far from a saint, and Brock made a compelling argument.

He swept his gaze up to meet mine and grinned. “You caved pretty easily.”

My eyes twinkled. “Well, when the reward is as good as this one...” I shrugged with a smile. Oh, I was so going to enjoy Brock. After the run-in with Calista, I was all for living life to the fullest—and that meant more sex with Brock. Lots more.

He met the mischief in my smile with his own, and our mouths crashed together in a furious kiss. My hands tangled in his hair as his hot hands swept down to my lower back, pressing me against the sign of how strong his desire for me was.

He slid fingers beneath the edge of my fresh crop top and then stilled completely.

“What? What is it?” I asked, breathless already.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he groaned and brought his fingertips, from where they were caressing the underside of my breasts, to the small of my back.

“Brock?” I prompted as he breathed heavily, trying to compose himself.

“It’s Ray. He says all the wolves are assembled and waiting for us.”

Now it was my turn to groan.

“I know, baby,” he said. “Trust me, I know.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and just when I yearned for the kiss to deepen, he put a foot of space between us.

The look in his eyes told me it was as difficult for him to separate from me as it was for me from him, probably more so. He’d refused to leave my side since the pool incident, even driving with me in my Jeep to keep me safe. It was probably only because he was still visibly shaken from saving his baby mama from the bottom of a pool.

“We’d better go,” Brock said, “because if we don’t go right now, we’re not going at all.” His eyes held mine and I shivered at the promise in them.

“The sooner we go, the sooner we can get back.”

“That’s my girl,” he agreed, sending all sorts of warm fuzzies running the length of my body. He brought a hand to my belly, which barely showed signs of the life growing inside it, but I understood all he didn’t say. When he finally nodded and clasped my hand to lead me from his bedroom, my eyes were misty from the thought of all that I’d come close to losing today.

I walked wordlessly down the hall beside him. ‘How’s Tianna doing?’ I reached out to Cass.

The fae-witch was injured more badly than I’d realized, but by the time I’d left the cabin after changing into dry clothing, her magic had the wound under control and healing. And though I’d wanted to remain behind with my friends to make sure they were really okay after all we’d survived, they were happy to see me leave with the fuming alpha. It had been impossible to relax around him.

‘My girl’s doing better. She’ll need to take it easy for a few, but she’s made of tough stuff. She’s already coming up with spells to get back at the witches who did this to her,’ Cass said. I smiled at the evident affection in his disembodied voice. My bestie had long enjoyed the fae, but he’d never allowed himself to fall for one before, not really.

Then again, Tianna was no ordinary woman.

‘Sorry she got hurt, Cass.’

‘No worries, Ev. My T’s already making eyes at me, checking out my goods. Her injury isn’t going to keep her down for long. In fact, I’m thinking I might just take her to Gran’s room and—’

‘Cass, no. Don’t say another word.’

Gross.

His chuckles traveled along our telepathic connection. ‘Hey, I can’t help it if I’m this irresistible. I was made this way.’

‘What about Molly? Reo and Haru? They’re still all right?’ I asked, before the conversation could digress any further.

‘‘Course they are. Molly’s on the couch, sandwiched between the two, giggling like a teenybopper. I think she’s dreaming of a threeso—’

‘Thanks for the update, Cass. Gotta go.’

Yikes. My bestie always had sex on the mind.

Cass’ deep laughter reached me just as Brock shot me a raised eyebrow look and pulled open the door to the deck leading off the kitchen. “You ready to meet the pack?” he asked.

Not really, no. I was the woman who kept endangering their alpha and the pack.

Rule number one of bounty hunting: never show your fear.

“Of course I’m ready,” I said with a forced smile.

He laughed and guided me through the threshold, resting a hand on the small of my back.

The instant I was on the deck, about eighty pairs of eyes landed on me, and not all were friendly. What was the weight limit for this wraparound deck? Because I think we’d reached it.

“Wolves…” Brock said in a firm voice that easily carried across the crowd. “Thank you for coming. I want to officially introduce you to Evie, the newest member of our pack and the mother of my unborn child.”

Not even a whisper met his announcement. Brock had made it clear I was the mother of his child and they owed me respect for that fact alone. Even if they didn’t want to give it.

I shifted on my feet.

“She isn’t a werewolf, but another kind of shifter.” His voice continued to project across the open space.

I raised my eyebrows at his purposeful vagueness. Didn’t he trust his wolves? “Please make her feel welcome.” The last bit was voiced as a command, which meant his wolves would behave no matter how they really felt about me.

Ray and a few other wolves moved toward us.

Brock motioned to Ray. “Evie, you’ve met Ray, my second. And this is Dane, Chad, and Goose.”

“I’ve met Dane and Goose before, though not formally,” I said, giving the boys a wave. Brock’s eyes clouded over as he remembered he’d sent Dane—Blondie—and Goose—Ginger—to chop wood in prime view of Gran’s cabin. I hadn’t fallen for the distraction of the lumberjack hunks, but I’d distracted them plenty. I bit on the inside of my lip to keep from letting the victory of that memory appear on my face. I couldn’t take any more of Brock’s stormy moods today.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said diplomatically. Dane and Goose trained their eyes on the wood planks of the deck while mumbling their greetings. Their sense of self-preservation was obviously intact.

Brock guided me to the others right away, Ray the only one to walk with us. He’d clearly just remembered how I’d met Dane and Goose.

There were so many wolves there that I registered only a few of the names, mostly the ones who made direct eye contact with me and offered me genuine smiles, and the women who trailed jealous looks down Brock’s body before giving me a catty, fake-as-shit smile. Brock didn’t seem to notice, but I sure as hell did. For once I didn’t object to him toting me around like I’d hurt myself if I stood more than five feet away from him.

   
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