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Laughter poured out of his mouth like rich, fine wine, triggering waves of sensation through her. Instantly, she relaxed as he examined for any broken bones. “I think you’ve just bruised the bones,” he said eventually, gently placing her hand by her side. “Let’s see your ankle.”
Lacey did as he ordered, allowing him to pull up the hem of her jeans and pulling off her boots and socks. Damn, she’d forgotten her bag, still in the sister’s bedroom. “Are you a doctor or something?”
Mr Gorgeous shook his head. “Nah, just a big brother with a brat of a sister constantly getting into scrapes.”
“What about your parents?”
“Dead.”
Lacey winced. “Sorry.”
He took a breath, held it for a long moment, then released it slowly. “It happened years ago. Now we’re all we’ve got.”
Lacey grimaced as his fingers pressed into a particularly sore spot. Pain snaked its way up her ankle, reminding her that it was still there. “My dad died when I was ten. All I have now is my mom.”
Mr Gorgeous set her leg down after another pause. Even without him touching her, her skin tingled with the memory of it. “Nothing broken there either. Just a swollen ankle. Try staying off it for a while and you’ll be fine.”
Inhaling deeply, Lacey nodded and started to pull on her sock and boot. Pushing back a lock of brown hair she studied him more closely from the corner of her eye.
Man, he was hot. With a jawline so sharp it could slice bread and lips just wide enough to sink one’s teeth into, Lacey’s breath caught in the back of her throat. Sin on legs wasn’t right.
He was the devil in black jeans.
The t-shirt he wore was clearly old, faded slightly with countless washes, but it stretched over his abs, hinting at the chiselled abs that lay beneath it. From this close up, his skin gleamed like gold, as if the sun had lovingly licked its way over the surface of his body.
She couldn’t help but wonder whether every inch of him was that colour.
Heat pooled between her thighs as she just stared at him, drinking him down. Something else churned in her stomach, triggering an overwhelming burst of emotion. The need to reach out and touch him consumed her but she forced herself to sit back and just breathe.
An indecipherable look appeared in his eyes, almost assessing, as if trying to penetrate her innermost thoughts and desires. “What’s your name?”
Licking her lips, it took her a moment to convince her tongue to work. “Lacey.”
Mr Gorgeous leaned forward, his nostrils flaring. Something dark danced behind his eyes, but she couldn’t identify it. A battle broke out over his face, creeping into his dark eyes. “Lacey, it’s not safe for you here. It’s too dangerous,” he told her, his tone low and hard.
The only thing I’m in danger of is having an orgasm if you keep talking like that. “Huh?”
Rising to his feet, she watched as the muscles running along his jawline clenched. The battle on his face intensified. Whatever thoughts, whatever conflicts ran through him, were forcing him to restrain himself. “You need to go.”
“But …” How on earth am I going to find out who you are if you kick me out now?
A faint wave of nausea rolled in her stomach, threatening to grow.
“Now.” The hard tone turned into a growl.
Shivers raced along each knot along her spine at the sound of it. Silently, Lacey stood up and stepped towards the door, not trusting herself to speak. When a werewolf told you to do something in that tone, you did it. No exceptions.
Slowly, she reached the door, keeping her eyes downcast. Only those with a death wish would dare meet their eyes at times like this.
“Lacey.”
Hand on the knob, she glanced over her shoulder at the sound of her name.
Dark eyes turned to midnight shadows, and chilly fingers stroked her spine once more. “Don’t come back.”
