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All of a sudden, the feeling of being gently surrounded by a warm, soft, floral scent had Creed spinning on his stool. With a touch of sweetness that reminded him of the Queen of the Night Tulips – beautiful blossoms cultivated by Acacia, the Brownie whose family looked after the grounds on the Paladin compound – the aroma had his head spinning and his heart pounding. For as long as he could remember, it was the only scent that calmed both he and Alastair.
But he’d never found it anywhere but the Isle of Skye – especially not on the edge of the Chihuahuan Desert deep in South Texas. Something had changed. Something….
Infused with yearning and desire and a spark in the center of his soul that had never been there before, his eyes snapped to the door. Holding perfectly still, knowing whatever happened in the next thirty seconds would change his life forever, Creed’s heart skipped a beat.
Tall and supple, her curves called to him in a way no other woman’s ever had. His fingers tingled with the need to touch her long, dark hair, glistening like the finest silk in the muted light of the bar. And her eyes, oh Great Goddess, her eyes were hypnotic, the most brilliant shade of violet he’d ever seen.
“She. Is. Poetry. In. Motion,”Alastair breathed.
“Did you hear me,mi amigo?” Max’s voice was an echo somewhere off in the distance.
Snapping his fingers when Creed didn’t respond to the King, Kayne chuckled, “Hello. Hello? Anybody home?”
Unable to look away, afraid the woman was a dream – or a figment of his imagination - that would disappear if he so much as blinked, Creed dared not move a muscle.
“Hey, Hot Shot,” Maggie teased. “That’s Alex, a good friend of mine. She’s…”
But Creed didn’t hear the rest, as he whispered, “Your friend?”
The closer she got, the louder his heart beat. It was hard to breathe, let alone think. Eyes glued to her as she walked to the end of the bar and climbed up on a stool, it took everything in him not to run to her side, fall on his knees, and beg her to be his.
Then she crossed her legs and Creed was sure his brain would implode at that very moment. Memorizing her every move, his eyes shot to the slit in her knee-length black skirt.
“You just know her skin is as soft as rose petals,” he whispered, when the tiniest bit of her beautifully rounded thigh came into view.
“What the hell…?” He snapped, as a wet bar towel smacked him the back of the head.
“Stop ogling one of my best friends in the whole damned world. It’s creepy,” Maggie sassed, the smirk on her face and the twinkle in her eyes telling him she was only playing - but that didn’t stop him from apologizing.
“I’m so sorry, Mags.” Hands in the air in surrender, he went on. I didn’t mean to….”
“Oh, yeah you did,” she chuckled. “That was the unmistakable look of….”
“Don’t say it,” he quickly cut in. “Don’t even think it. Please, don’t jinx this. I’m pretty sure….”
And that was as far as he got before the woman hewas surehad been created by the Universe just to be his, got up and walked away.
Once again called by the sweetest scent ever fashioned, Creed was helpless but to follow. Ignoring his friends’ laughter, he was off the stool like a shot and heading towards the back door marked, FIRE EXIT before the next beat of his heart.
Out into the hot, Texas night, the Paladin Leader marched towards the alley like a man on a mission. Walking past the doors of the neighboring businesses, he got to the edge of the historic Southern Pacific Depot before stopping.
Scanning the area, unable to believe that he might have actually lost touch with the one woman who’d ever touched his soul, Creed spun to the left as the sound of wings flowing forward and back in the warm breeze reached his ears. Head flying backward, his preternatural vision zeroed in on a beautifully elegant shadow flying in across the brilliant full moon.
Focused on the glowing light that had just appeared in his soul, Creed whispered, “You can run, but you can’t hide, my beautiful Fairy.”
