WHERE DARKNESS LIVES

He felt her heart leap beneath his fingers. “I beg your pardon?”


“I’m taking you to Miami.”

She swore, batting away his hand as her eyes glowed with a dangerous power.

“No way in hell.”

He swallowed his growl at her direct challenge. It was time for reasoning with the female, not ... what had she said? Going caveman on her?

“Once I know you’re out of the line of fire, I can concentrate on locating your homicidal neighbor.”

“No.”

“Sophia.”

“No,” she repeated, an edge of finality in her voice. “I just moved into this house and started my business. I’m not going to run and hide like a gutless mist sprite.”

“It would only be for a few days.”

“You can’t know that.” She held his gaze, silently warning him she wouldn’t be screwed with. “It could take you weeks or even months.”

His teeth clenched. “Then stay with one of your daughters until I’ve cleared up this mess.”

“And put them in even more danger?” She shook her head. “No way.”

His fingers encircled her neck, not in a threat, just an expression of frustration.

“You are ...”

“The boss.”

Their gazes clashed and Luc swiftly shifted through his limited options.

He could physically force her to go to Miami. He had the brute strength and the training necessary to manhandle all but the king.

But even as the thought raced through his mind, he was dismissing it.

He knew without a doubt that turning her into his virtual prisoner, even if it was for her own good, would break something fragile inside her.

“Obstinada,” he breathed, leaning down to yank off his boots.

Then, ignoring her sudden scowl, he rose from the bed to strip off his T-shirt. He had tugged off his belt and was unzipping his pants when she found her voice.

“If you’re auditioning for a position at my club, I have to warn you we only take experienced dancers,” she rasped.

He shrugged, pulling down his pants and kicking them aside to stand in nothing but his black satin boxers.

“If the mountain won’t come to Mohammed ...”

“Then he gets kicked in his nuts?”

He stretched out on the mattress beside her, hiding a smile as he caught her covert gaze ogling his thickly muscled legs before lifting to linger on the broad expanse of his chest.

She might want him gone, but that didn’t keep her from lusting after his body.

And frankly he was good with that.

For now.

“I can’t protect you if I’m not close to you.”

“That doesn’t include sharing my bed.”

“As a matter of fact it does.” Lying on his back, he tucked his hands behind his head. “At least until I get a security system set up.”

She bent over him, her expression hard even if she couldn’t disguise the scent of her smoldering arousal.

“If you have to stay, then you can sleep in another room.”

“Too far.”

“Then use the chair.” She pointed toward the charcoal-gray chair set next to the window. “There’s an extra blanket in the closet.”

“What’s wrong, Sophia?” he teased. “Afraid you can’t keep yourself from jumping me in my sleep?”

Unexpectedly the emerald eyes darkened, as if he’d injured her.

“Despite the rumors you claim to have heard about me, I don’t spread my legs for every man who crosses my path,” she said stiffly.

Dios.

Regretting his thoughtless words, he lifted himself onto his elbows, regarding her with a somber gaze.

“That was never a rumor I heard, and I wouldn’t believe it if I did.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Sophia, I’m here to protect you.” Her lips parted and he hastily pressed a finger to halt her angry words. “Hold on. I’m not going to insult your intelligence by denying that I want you.” He allowed his hunger to simmer in the air, the heat stirring the satin strands of her hair. “Desperately. Or that I’m going to say ‘no’ when you finally accept that I’m irresistible.” With an effort he leashed his aching desire, needing her to realize that she would always be safe in his care. Physically and emotionally. “But until that moment, I don’t expect anything from you but your cooperation in keeping you alive.”

Her expression remained suspicious. “You intend to spend the night with me and not have sex?”

Both wolf and man groaned at the mere thought of the long hours ahead, but his smile never wavered.

“I can keep our relationship platonic if you can.”

It was a direct challenge.

One no wolf could back down from.

Her jaw clenched. “The boxers stay on.”

His smile widened. “You’re the boss.”

Turning her back to him, she reached to switch off the Tiffany lamp.

“Christ, I must be out of my mind.”





CHAPTER 4





It was late afternoon when Sophia woke.