Captive Soul by Anna Windsor

Author:Anna Windsor [Windsor, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-345-51679-4
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2010-12-28T05:00:00+00:00

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John felt like the luckiest man in the universe, out on a real date with this more-than-real woman. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d put on dress clothes, even if he couldn’t quite do the suit. Camille had chosen a hot little winter-white number with killer cleavage. It hugged her just right, and she’d let all that auburn hair fall loose across her shoulders, chest, and back.

He’d hailed a cab for them, even though he really wanted to strut up and down Broadway with her on his arm, showing her off to anybody who’d look—and plenty would have. When they got out at 43 West Sixty-fifth, he felt almost underdressed in his black slacks and sport jacket, but then, that would always be an issue with Camille, wouldn’t it? She could make a pair of jeans and a sweater look like runway fashion, in his opinion.

As it was, they opted for Chinese and he went upscale, taking her to Shun Lee West at Lincoln Center. Nothing screamed You’re worth it, baby, like alabaster monkeys at the bar and giant golden dragons in the gold, white, and black dining area. The place was packed, but John paid heavy for a corner table, which afforded them a tiny bit of privacy.

“Ginger and lemon,” she said when he escorted her to the table, his arm linked through hers, just like he wanted to do. “Mmmmm. I love Chinese food.”

That alone was enough to convince John that they were basically compatible. He’d never gotten on with people who weren’t up for a midnight egg roll run.

After they were seated, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her, and she stared right back at him. The table was small, but it seemed too large, holding them apart with its whiter-than-white linens.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date, beautiful.” He just couldn’t quit looking at her. “I can’t remember the last time.”

“All work and no play makes John a dull boy.” Camille played with the edge of her napkin.

John shook his head once, slowly. “Ah, that’s Jack. Makes Jack a dull boy, and yes, actually, he is. But you said we’re not talking about Jack Blackmore or demons or anything to do with work, right?”

“Right.” A smile. He never wanted it to go away.

“Good.”

“So,” she said, nervous tension adding tight lines to her pretty face.

John understood her hesitance. With work off the table, he had no idea what to talk about, either. Except maybe how much he wanted to make love to her, and how beautiful her eyes were, and the fact he really liked it when she left her hair down.

“You know, I really haven’t done much but work myself.” Camille finally broke eye contact and moved her napkin to her lap. “Not since the first time I left the Motherhouse and started fighting. I can carry on a mean conversation about oiling swords, making explosives, refining and casting metal—not, um, very feminine, is it?”

“It’s perfect.” John handled his own napkin, but he kept his eyes on her like she might vanish if he looked away.

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