For the Bear's Eyes Only by Kathy Lyons

Author:Kathy Lyons [Lyons, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2016-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Bliss.

Tonya stretched, luxuriating in the delicious feel of having Alan holding her, petting her arm, and pressing tiny kisses to her forehead. There were problems, she knew. Dark in her mind was his clear intention to commit suicide by vengeance. The man was a lawyer, for God’s sake, not a vigilante. But she had faith in her ability to make him see reason. Especially after the amazing sex they’d just had. He’d asked to make love with her, and that’s exactly what they’d done. Created, shared, and reveled in love.

No man gave up on something that good. And no woman, either. She just had to get his head out of his ass. And that was item number one on her to-do list.

She rolled over slowly, curling into his arms so that she could lick his neck. He chuckled and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. Which lasted about a half second before a thumping on the door jolted them both upright.

“Tonya! Alan! I’m coming in!”

Carl. Alan’s brother and alpha to the Gladwin shifters. And just the person she really did not want to see right now.

“Don’t you dare!” she bellowed right back. “This is an active crime scene!”

Alan pulled back with a frown. “What?”

She shrugged, her face heating. “I’m a cop. I get to declare crime scenes. It’s part of the job description.”

He snorted, then jumped out of bed heading for the bathroom, though he paused long enough to toss her clothes at her. Meanwhile, she could hear Carl futzing with the padlock on the door. She glanced at Alan, worried about his reaction to the sound. She knew he heard it by the way his shoulders stiffened. Then, even worse, his gaze cut to the iron ring in the floor. But he didn’t say anything, and she didn’t have any way to make it better, so they both pretended it never happened as they hastily dressed.

Then the door opened, but Carl didn’t come down. Instead, he waited out of sight at the top of the stairs.

“How we doing down here?” he called

He knew exactly how they were doing because the idiot had a nose. “We’re fine,” she snapped, sarcasm dripping from every word. “How are you?”

She actually heard Carl swallow anxiously before he spoke. “I’ve got a change of clothes. For both of you. Mark’s back at Gladwin PD working with them on…I don’t know. Computer shit. Tracking the cat bitch.”

Alan had been washing up in the sink, but he flipped off the water at that. “Any leads?”

“One. Maybe.” He hesitated. “Can I come down now?”

“No,” Alan answered before Tonya could say yes. “Toss the clothes down first.”

A duffel bag landed with a heavy thud. Tonya grabbed it, unzipped it and pulled out an impressively complete set of clothes and toiletries. “No way did you pack this,” Tonya said as she pulled out shorts and shirt for herself. Then she slid the bag across the floor to Alan.

Carl answered, still from the top of the stairs. “Becca did it.

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