Get Home Before Moonrise by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne [Shayne, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thunderfoot Publishing

Chapter 8

Jenny lay cradled in Samuel's arms as the sun rose higher, slanting its beams through the windows to paint her skin in heat and light. Sex with Samuel had been the most intense experience of her life. At times, desperate, urgent, and at others, so tender it brought tears to her eyes.

"How do you do it?" she asked him softly.

He'd opened the bedroom window. As the sun heated the room, a heavy, humid bayou breeze played with the sheer white curtains. "Do what?"

She shrugged. "You were exhausted, hurt."

"Not anymore."

She averted her eyes, fighting a blush.

"I'm not kidding, Jenny. Look at me. Look." He sat up, letting the sheets fall away from his powerful chest, lifting her with him. When she was upright, she let her gaze travel over his chest, and then she frowned. Lifting her hands, she touched the spots where, only a few hours earlier, cuts, scrapes and bruises had made her wince in sympathy. But there was nothing there. The places where she'd rubbed ointment and liniment, looked as perfect and flawless as the rest of him.

Frowning even more deeply, she put a hand on his shoulder, turning him so she could see his back. But it was the same there. Even the worst of the bruises, a huge purple blotch on his hip, had faded until it was barely visible.

Blinking in confusion, she let him return to his former position.

He was staring at her face, but she couldn't hold his gaze.

"We haven't talked about... about what you saw happen to me, last night. I never meant for you to see that."

"What, exactly, did I see, Samuel?"

He looked away. "You know what you saw. You saw me changing forms. Becoming...the wolf."

She closed her eyes. "Then it's true. It's...you're a.... God, I can't even say it. It's too outlandish to be real."

"I'm the werewolf, the loup-garou, the shape-shifter. It's me. I'm the one you've been looking for, Jenny. The only question is, now that you've found me, what do you plan to do about it?"

She lifted her eyes slowly, met his and was amazed at the amount of courage it took to do so, and not look away. "Will you cooperate with me? Help me with my research?"

"By answering your questions? Yes, if you'll keep my name out of it."

She swallowed hard. "What about letting me get some video? Or the change."

He held her gaze steadily. "You think I'm insane? Or just suicidal?"

"Samuel, I'd protect you. I'd never let anyone–"

"No. What I go through, what I become.... No, it's personal. I can't think of a moment more private than those three nights a month when...when it happens. I can hardly stand the idea that you watched it happen. I couldn't bear to let you record it."

"You don't understand. This is my life's work."

"Jenny, you don't understand." He cupped her cheek in one hand, gently, lovingly. His eyes beamed his feelings into hers. "This is my life."

She lowered her head and drew her knees up to her chest, sitting up in the bed.

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