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Immediately, he felt ashamed of himself. If Arthur Wessex had taught him anything, it was to do his duty with pride, to treat women with respect, and to never, ever let his personal life or feelings interfere with what needed to be done.
“Fuck,” Jasper snarled, and slammed his hands down on the steering wheel.
He had no choice. Christmas or not, illness or not, he would finish his assignment, execute his duty as he’d been taught, then he’d return home to be with his father.
Even Arthur Wessex couldn’t fault him then.
Usually, it took four or more hours to drive to Indian Lake from his New Jersey home. Today, it only took three. Blame it on his foul mood. Sure, his foot was a little heavy on the gas pedal, he supposed, but hey, that was only because he could get away with it.
Along with his more than awesome driving skills, was a little magical bonus that only he could claim. Jasper could cloak his vehicle using his Wyvern powers, keeping him hidden from any police cars he’d passed along the way. Another benefit of being him.
WOOT WOOT.
Oh man, he was losing his mind. Jasper cranked up the radio and sang along with Elvis, Axl, and Jagger before he hit the private road that lead to Jennifer’s cabin. It was just twenty minutes from there.
He couldn’t wait to get out and stretch his wings, weather permitting. The radio mentioned impending inclement weather, but he could handle it. He was a Wyvern.
Maybe after he set up a perimeter around the cabin to protect his client, he could do just that. Sometimes, being a bodyguard was a lot like being a glorified babysitter.
Whatever.
He’d brought a box of gingerbread, some hot cocoa packets, a full bottle of whiskey, the good stuff, and a brand new deck of cards—an X-rated pack Dor had got him from Vegas featuring boobs.
Yep. He was gonna make the most of this weekend. Hell, he’d just been up this way not too long ago to fix a situation involving some pretty bad dudes who were after a Grizzly Shifter couple and their sweet cub.
They were nice, the Pax family. He’d even managed to score some pretty sweet seats for the man’s next Broadway show. He was a composer or some shit.
Jasper wasn’t exactly into the arts, but hey, he wasn’t going to say no to free tickets. Besides, women loved musicals, and it had been months since he’d had a good date. He made a mental note not to forget them. What? He wasn’t off women just because he didn’t want a mate.
Jasper loved women—all types. He liked them tall, short, thick, thin, pale, tanned, brown, blonde, redheaded, or brunette. But mainly, he liked how they felt wrapped around him.
Sex was good. He liked it. A lot. Even if it had been a bit of a dry spell for him.
Truth be told, the beast inside of him had been a little bit finicky about his choice in females as of late. Maybe he just needed to pay more attention to his Wyvern, go out for a few flights, a little hunting maybe, and then his old beastie would let him get laid.
Sounded like a plan.
That would have to wait till after he was finished with the job, of course. Speaking of which, Jasper grabbed the file he’d flung carelessly on the passenger seat and flipped it open while taking the one-car lane faster than any normal could have and lived to tell the tale.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered as the folder opened, revealing his client’s picture.
His eyes widened, and his pulse started racing. Thunder roared in Jasper’s ears. Even his Wyvern was paying close attention. He felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. His chest was so fucking tight, his heart threatened to beat him to death.
Jasper almost swerved off the road. Big blue eyes in a heart-shaped face stared up at him from the tiny photo clipped to a piece of newspaper.
This was the woman he had to guard? Protective instincts he didn’t even know he had roared to life. Whatever or whoever threatened this creature was good as fucking dead, as far as he was concerned. He would find it and fucking end it on principle alone.
“So, you’re Jennifer’s friend, Carolina Moore,” he spoke out loud, testing the weight of her name on his tongue.
He was shocked by how much he liked the way it sounded, felt on his tongue. Hell, he liked her.
Even more, he mused, his growls and purrs filling the inside of his vehicle. She was fucking gorgeous.
Jasper did not know his handler knew women like that. Not that Jennifer wasn’t hot in her own right. He liked that sexy librarian, naughty schoolteacher thing she had going on, but the woman staring back at him with the article titled ‘Local artist makes Heaven on earth’ clipped to it was a certifiable knockout.
An angel for sure, he thought, and touched the image with his fingertips.
She was simply beautiful. Pale blue eyes and olive-toned skin, with her hair like a dark velvet curtain draped around her shoulders. She was wearing some sort of flowy dress in the picture, but it did nothing to hide the ample curves underneath.
