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“You scared the crap out of me.” I gulp.
“Why is the door open?” He takes a step inside.
“Doors open and close. That’s what they’re made to do.”
“Margaret.” He says my name again. Then he takes another step closer and kicks the door closed behind him.
Oh,he’smad? He mauls me like a sexy beast and gives me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever had and then runs out of here leaving me in a complete mess. Andhe’sthe one that’s mad?
I don’t think so.
“Don’t you ‘Margaret’ me!” I fold my arms over my chest and walk over to the chair. I sit down hard. “I’m not talking to you.” I wink at Bernie. He already knows I can’t go more than a few minutes without talking.
Mr. Black continues to stare at me. He’s probably not sure of what to make of my outburst. I hold my ground, though. Well, for as long as it takes for me to look him over. I run my eyes all over his thick body. I’m so preoccupied with all the goodness I’m seeing that I almost miss the fact he’s holding something that belongs to me.
9
JACOB
“Wally!” Margaret dashes to me and takes the proffered stuffed animal from my hands. She hugs it tight, then holds it out. “You’re a little sooty and singed, but it’s still you.” She hugs it again. “I can replace that eye. Don’t worry,” she whispers.
I’d spent a while in the car with a bottle of water trying to get the blood out of its fur. I guess it worked, because she hasn’t mentioned it.
Turning to me, her eyes are watering as she says, “You went back for Wally.”
I shrug. “I’m not so good with talking. I spend most of my time alone, and I don’t make a habit of speaking to people. So what I said earlier, I--”
She jumps into my arms, taking me by surprise. “You went back for Wally!” She hugs my neck as I wrap my arms around her back. “Thank you.” Her warm breath tickles my ear and sends shockwaves of desire through me.
“It was nothing.”
“It was everything.” She squeezes me tighter.
I splay my hands across her back, feeling every breath she takes and each curve of her body. Her breasts are pressed against me, and I want to know if the tips are hard, wanting. Then her stomach growls.
I set her gently on her feet. “I have to go again, but this time I’ll be hunting and setting traps. Can you stay here and--”
“Teach me?” She still has Wally under one arm as she looks up at me with an expression that’s … I can’t place it. It verges on … admiration? But that can’t be right. A woman like her could never feel that toward a man like me. I’m the dirt beneath her feet.
“Teach you how to hunt?”
“Yeah.” She puts Wally on the bed beside an apprehensive Bernie. “I want to talk to you anyway. I still don’t fully understand what’s going on or the plan.” She grabs her bag and digs around until she pulls out some gray sneakers and slips them on. “And I don’t want to be here alone--” She scratches Bernie under the chin. “No offense. So can I come?” She hops back to her feet, bouncing a little.
“I’m not sure.” I take her in, all of her. From the Cookie Monster T-shirt to the skin-tight leggings. What I wouldn’t give to rip a hole in those and eat her sweet nectar while she moaned.
“Come on. I can help!” She grips my forearm.
I can’t say no to her. I was a fool to think that was even an option.
“You can come.” I move past her to the trunk and pull out a thick canvas coat and some mud boots. “But you need to dress safely. There are all sorts of snakes and thorns out there.” I glance at her shoes. “You can put these on over your sneakers.” I hold the boot out for her.
“I feel like Cinderella.” She slides one foot in, then dons the other boot as well. “And they fit! I guess that means you’re my prince.”
I look up at her sweet expression, the little dimple that shadows her cheek. If she knew who I really was, she wouldn’t say those things. I tried to tell her, to explain I’m bad news. But I botched it. Maybe that was on purpose. Maybe--even though I know I shouldn’t--I want her enough to dirty her up a little. After all, we’ve already killed together.
“What?” She reaches down and strokes my stubbled cheek.
“Hm?” I stand and help her to her feet.
