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Roark glanced at his wrist. “Look at the hour, sweetheart. It’s been fun but gotta go. Any idea where we can find this temple?”
“I made a list of those my friend mentioned. They are in our area.” Amani patted a pocket, dug inside, extracted a piece of paper, and handed it off to Roark with a dreamy-eyed grin.
Folding the sheet, he passed it to Indy without bothering to check it out. He needed to fuck or kill something, anything to get him away from the museum, sculptures, dusty books, and scientific musings.
Leaving Lynretta and Amani to discuss whatever titillated historical scholars, Roark dropped an arm over the enticing witch’s shoulders, guiding her toward the exit. Despite her glare, her body brushed against his. She was softening to his touch. If his aching groin was any indication, he wasn’t softening for her. Hell no. He was rock hard just thinking about a night in a hotel with Indy.
She opened the folded sheet of paper. “We can start with this one.” She pointed to the top of the list.
“Not today, Indy. Tomorrow.” He leaned in close to whisper. “I have another hunt in mind for tonight. Guess who’s my prey?”
****
Denim and Ram had been running back-to-back missions, fighting to stem the small but steady flow of Arisen Dawn soldiers through portals to Earth. With the Scion Firebrands bloodied, injured, and exhausted, Kole had mandated scheduled rest rotations.
Tonight belonged to the Blood Coven descendant who manipulated weather and her extremely sexy mate. She planned to get the most from it.
Denim looked up from braiding Jonquil’s hair. With a hip cocked against the doorjamb, Ram rolled up the sleeves of a tan silk shirt, exposing sigh-worthy, muscular forearms. He was dressed for date night in a luxurious shirt and soft brown wool pants which showcased his thick, powerful thighs.
With an insouciant grin, he made beauty look easy. For her it wasn’t. Denim fingered the scar curving onto her right cheekbone, a gift from her ex along with numerous broken bones and organ damage. Ram thought the mark was sexy, a badge of courage honoring the loss of the unborn child she had carried. Somehow the smooth-talking, eye-popping satyr had fallen for her, including her imperfections. Didn’t matter. She was keeping him. He was the comfort of home. He was family. He was her strength. He was the man who loved her as she loved him
Jonquil, Ram’s daughter and her stepdaughter, was chitchatting about the boy who sat in front of her at school while Denim’s fingers crossed one strand of hair over the other.
Denim shook her head to erase the errant thoughts. “Say again, cher?”
“You can’t tell Dad.” Jonquil jerked, trying to glance over her shoulder to emphasize her point.
“Then shush. He’s snooping on us.”
A blush crept over Jonquil’s cheeks. “Oh. Hi, Dad.”
“What about a boy?” Ram pushed off from the doorway, his long legs carrying him across the floor, his translucent sea-glass eyes gleaming. He bent to kiss Denim’s marred cheek before feathering a kiss across her lips. He moved on to smooth a hand over the top of Jonquil’s head.
“Stop it, Daddy, you’ll ruin Mom’s work.”
“You’re stalling. The boy?”
“He just asked if we could hang at lunch.”
Ram’s fingers forked through his long, luxurious caramel-streaked hair which fell past his shoulders, flowing like a waterfall. “What did you tell him?”
“Not your biz. This conversation is female to female.”
Denim continued to create an artful arrangement with Jonquil’s hair, her skills at styling having improved after she Googled “26 Ways to Do Your Teen’s Long Hair.” She patted the girl’s shoulder. “Finished.”
Jonquil raised a hand mirror in front of her face, backing up to look into a full-length version. “I love it, Mom. What do you think, Dad?”
Denim swallowed hard every time Jonquil called her “Mom.” It was such an honor.
“I think you’re trying to change the subject, pest,” said Ram. “Now, what’s with the kid who’s about to become satyr fodder?”
“You wouldn’t.” Jonquil’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“I would if he’s putting moves on my young daughter.”
“Mom, do something.” Jonquil’s voice was a screeching plea as she emphasized her words with a stomped foot.
“He’s joking. Later, you and I will talk more about this boy your dad is going to leave alone. Now off to babysit Kae.”
