WHERE DARKNESS LIVES

He smiled. “And that the loan officer is sleeping on the couch in his office. No doubt his wife kicked him out.”


Her gaze lingered a tantalizing moment on his lips before she was visibly squaring her shoulders.

“Fascinating.”

“That was just the first floor.”



“Did you find any clues that might lead us to my stalker?”





“Nothing.” He polished off the beer and tossed the bottle into the recycle bin. “Which means they’re very, very good. Or very, very lucky.”

“So you basically have jack squat?”

He ignored her taunt, moving until he could grasp the counter on either side of her hips, effectively trapping her.

He was going to get answers.

One way or another.

“Actually, I have a question.”

She stiffened, her power swirling through the air. Oddly, however, she made no move to shove him away.

“Let me get this straight,” she mocked instead. “You break into my house at an ungodly hour. You help yourself to my private stash of imported beer. Now, having absolutely zero information for me, you expect me to play Twenty Questions.” She tilted her chin. “And, for the true cherry topper, I’m supposed to pay you a weekly wage for the privilege?”

His gaze swept down to the delectable glimpse of her breasts beneath the red lace.

“Yeah, but I’ll throw in the night of mind-blowing sex for free.”

He heard her heart miss a beat, the scent of her ready response more enticing than any perfume.

Still she held herself rigid, clearly as wary as he was by the potent force of their attraction.

“What’s your question?” she asked huskily.

“Tell me what you’re hiding from me.”

Her eyes widened before she was hastily smoothing her expression.

“Hiding?” She lifted her brow, trying to brazen her way past his question. “What the hell makes you think that I’m hiding something?”

“A pure-blooded Were doesn’t hire a bodyguard just because she’s being harassed.”

The realization had struck him as he watched her flounce away from him in the stairwell. He’d started to halt her retreat then and there to demand an answer, but the rigid line of her spine had warned she wasn’t in the mood to cooperate.

And in truth, he’d still been so cranked at being led around like a dunce by the mystery gunman that he knew he was bound to make matters worse if he tried to pry the truth from her.

Now he wasn’t going to leave until he knew exactly what the hell was going on.

“My son-in-law made me promise I wouldn’t kill any of my neighbors the day I moved in.” She tried to hold her ground. “He didn’t say I couldn’t hire someone else to kill for me.”

“Dammit, Sophia, I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me,” he snapped. “Tell me.”

They glared at one another, the air filled with a sizzling heat as they both fought a silent battle for dominance.

At last Sophia muttered a curse, sensing his grim determination.

“The harassment has been annoying, but I would have ignored it if I hadn’t started feeling like I was being hunted,” she grudgingly confessed.

“Hunted.” He latched on to the revealing word. “Not followed?”

A shadow darkened her beautiful eyes. “It’s been more than some pervert lurking in the bushes and peering in my window.”

“Explain.”

“I can’t.” Her sharp tone didn’t entirely disguise her unease. “I just know that there’s been someone shadowing my movements for the past week. And there have been”—she turned her head to glance out the window, as if hoping to hide her expression—“incidents.”

“What incidents?”

“One day I was crossing the street and I was nearly run over by a car. The next day I was jogging through the park and I was attacked by a rabid pit bull. Then, two days ago, I was nearly brained by a stone urn that fell from the top of a building I was walking past.”

Luc’s fingers tightened on the granite counter, his wolf enraged by the mere thought of someone terrorizing this female.

His female.

When he finally got his hands on the stalker, he was going to make the coward very, very sorry.

“Why didn’t you tell me this from the beginning?” he demanded, his voice thick.

She turned back to stab him with a glare. “In case you missed the memo, I’ve been trying to get rid of you, not give you a reason to stay.”

No, he’d gotten the memo.

His brooding gaze slid down to the sensuous curve of her mouth before returning to the emerald fire burning in her eyes.

“And you thought if I discovered someone’s been trying to kill you instead of just harassing you that I would be more likely to stay?”

“Of course,” she said, regarding him as if he were being particularly dense. “You’re an alpha.”

“True.”