Cougar Hunt by Lulu M. Sylvian

Author:Lulu M. Sylvian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lulu M. Sylvian

Six

Cal sat in the hotel bar, a row of shots before him. They had been sitting there for almost an hour, if not longer.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to drink. He didn’t want to get hammered. And he was well on his way to hammer-town. There had been wine and champagne, cocktails, and more champagne with the Ferrari buyer. He was anxious to add an original vintage gold to his collection.

Cal hoped he was still as eager in the morning when he saw the car and transferred the money. There were other potential buyers at the opening party. The Concours of Cannery Row, Monterey’s latest and greatest car show, was off to a fantastic start. In the morning the cars would arrive.

Cal didn’t want to get drunk for two reasons, he hated hangovers and then Ann was upstairs in his bed.

Her bed. He had insisted that she take it, that she stay with him. Why the hell had he done that?

Right, the tug in his chest. The string that wrapped around both of them, binding them together. He picked up the first of the three tequilas and rocked it back and forth, his wrist determining the trajectory of the arc.

Ever since he was given the coat he felt his destiny was not of his own choice, but guided by the leather and fur.

“Are you going to drink that, or sling perfectly good Patron all over my bar?” the bartender, a woman asked.

Cal looked up into a pair of perfectly made-up midnight black eyes. The bartender had a stylish pixie cut of equally dark hair and wore bright red lipstick. She leaned on the bar opposite him and smirked.

He knew that expression too well. Impress me and I’ll let you show me your hotel room.

He wasn’t interested in showing her anything unless she wanted to gaze down on the form of the sleeping Ann and help him to understand why seven tears in the sea and a broken heart made him want to do anything for her.

“Sorry.” He tossed it back down, spilling even more tequila.

“I guess I’m done for the night,” he said throwing a few large bills on the bar, away from the mess as he pushed off the bar stool. He picked up his coat and walked through the lobby, and up to his room.

Cal didn’t want to get drunk because it mattered if Ann saw him that way. It mattered that he remembered she was in the bed, and he needed to sleep on the chair.

Everything was dark and quiet when he opened the door.

She had left the bathroom light on for him, but the door was mostly closed so it served as a night light for her. Ann was nothing more than a pile under the blankets. So why had the magic around his coat picked her?

Why the heartbroken woman? The only other time he had felt a tug like that, the woman had been in an unhappy marriage, but she wasn’t heartbroken. And she

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