Page 143 of Dead Weight


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At the mention of the dead vampire, we both fell silent.

“The kulshedra had good taste,” I finally said.

“Or bad taste, depending on your point of view.”

“What will happen to his compound?” What would happen to Dr. Edmonds and the project?

Kane resumed his position behind the chair. “I’m sure his lawyers drafted a Last Will and Testament that spells out very specific instructions.”

“What does this mean for us?”

“That we no longer need to be concerned about Magnarella or his elixir, obviously.”

“Not him. Us.”

His hands returned to my shoulders. “Are you still interested in an ‘us?’”

A lump formed in my throat. “I share your concerns.”

“But?” he prompted.

Here goes everything. “I’d like to see where this goes, and maybe even pick up the pace a little.”

“I’ve seen where this goes many times over. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“There’s a difference between fantasy and reality, Kane.”

“And I very much look forward to bringing the two together.”

I tapped his hand on my shoulder. “You’re back where you started.”

“Where would you like me to be?”

“We’re picking up the pace, remember? A bit lower.”

“So bossy,” he said, but his hands obeyed, moving to cup my breasts. “Here?”

I closed my eyes and relaxed. “For now.”

The ward activated, sending a surge of frenetic energy down my spine. I jerked to the side.

“Too fast for you?”

“It’s the ward. As reluctant as I am to interrupt those hands of yours, I need to see who’s here.”

“Are you sure?”

Nope. Not at all. Maybe it was a child selling Girl Scout cookies door to door. I could ignore that. The image of a box of Tagalongs flashed in my mind. Who was I kidding? Peanut butter and chocolate trumped third base.

I rose to my feet.

“Spoilsport,” he grumbled.

The doorbell rang. I very much wanted to get back to my massage. Those hands were headed in the right direction.

I peered through the window. What the hell?

Every fiber of my being warned me not to open the door.

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