Blood and Magick by James R. Tuck

Author:James R. Tuck
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780758271495
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2013-03-03T13:00:00+00:00

31

“Sometimes.”

I snapped out of the memory, still on the couch with Ronnie. Sophia sat on the stairs across the room watching the kids play. Special Agent Heck was standing by the bookshelves a few feet away. Tiff was next to him. It had been her voice that brought me around.

I sat up. “Sometimes what?”

She smiled at me and began to walk over. “Sometimes you drift off on us.”

“Must be inconvenient,” Heck said.

“It usually only happens when things are calm.”

“I am in the room,” I said.

Tiff began walking toward me. She had been gone from the bedroom when I finished my shower so I hadn’t seen her since. A pair of pants that fit close and were made of heavyduty leather hugged her hips and thighs like a jealous lover. They were tucked deep into sturdy combat boots with a tirethick tread that laced up over her calves. A short-cropped, leather-pants–matching jacket was slung over a simple black T-shirt.

The Judge rode her hip, leaned forward for a more natural draw. A knife hilt stuck up from her right boot and, even though I couldn’t see it, I knew she had a .44 snubnosed revolver at her back to match mine. Dressed for combat, she looked dangerous.

She looked sexy as hell.

Planting her feet on either side of my legs, her hands went to her hips. My eyes traced up her body to her face. A smile crossed her lips that was a little bit wicked. Her hair had more tousle than normal and was still wet on the ends. It fell, like always, over her missing eye.

She wasn’t wearing her eye patch, though.

“Like what you see?”

I reached up for her. “Oh, hell yes.” Leaning in, she planted her hands on the back of the couch. Her lips pressed to mine. Damp hair brushed the side of my face, carrying the warm honeysuckle scent of her.

Too soon she broke the kiss and stood up.

Ronnie sighed. “One day a man is going to look at me like that.”

“You and me both, sister.” Boothe spoke from beside the doorway. I hadn’t seen him there. Then again, I’d been a bit distracted.

Tiff laughed. “You better not let Josh hear you say that.”

“True. He’d kick my ass.”

Boothe was taller than me, hitting around 6'7'' and pushing 280 pounds of lean bodybuilder muscle. He was a fifth Dan in hapkido, which means nothing to you if you aren’t into martial arts, but trust me, it meant he was a serious asskicker. Combine that with the strength and speed of a lycanthrope, and you have a deadly combination. That’s why he was the bouncer for the club.

Josh stood about 5'6'' and might top the scales at 120 pounds. He was slim and boyish. Like all the Were-rabbits, he had some martial arts training and knew how to use a

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gun, but he would pick doing karaoke or golf on Sunday over hitting the gym or dojo. If he was kicking Boothe’s ass, it was only because Boothe let him.

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