Heart of the Dragon by Showalter Gena

Author:Showalter, Gena [Showalter, Gena]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780373770571
Publisher: HQN
Published: 2005-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE NEW YORK MORNING announced its presence by shooting rays of sunlight through Grace’s living room windows. Cars honked outside; the people above her stomped across their apartment, shaking her ceiling.

“You have got to stop popping me in and out of places. I’m this close—” she told Darius, pinching her thumb and finger together “—to having a heart attack. And besides that, I wasn’t ready to leave,” she snapped. “I wanted you to take me into town so I could show Alex’s picture around and ask if anyone had seen him.”

“I did not deem it necessary,” he said, releasing her. His face was pale and those lines of tension were back.

He did not deem it necessary, she silently mimicked. What about what she deemed necessary? Scowling, she padded to the kitchen, placed her gun inside a drawer and poured herself a tall glass of ice water. She drained every drop. Only after she’d consumed three more glasses did she offer Darius a drink.

“Have you anything other than water? Something with flavor?”

“I could make lemonade.” Not that he deserved it. “That will suffice.”

She withdrew several lemons from the refrigerator, beat them against the counter to release the most juice, then sliced a hole in the top of each. She squeezed the tangy liquid into a glass and added sugar substitute—she did not keep real sugar anywhere near her—and water. She slid the drink across the counter.

Having watched her mix the contents with a leery eye, he lifted the glass and sipped tentatively. She knew the exact moment the sweet-and-sour flavors blended into his taste buds, knew the exact moment he wanted to howl with pleasure. His strong fingers gripped the cup, curling around the glass with surprising gentleness; his eyelids grew heavy, causing his inky lashes to dip over the sensuous planes of his cheekbones.

As he swallowed, his throat moved. A wicked shiver dripped along her spine, and she had the sudden urge to lick him there. I’m turned on by a man’s trachea. How pathetic am I?

“Surely that is ambrosia,” he said. Thankfully his color had returned. He reluctantly set his empty glass on the countertop.

“I don’t mind making more if you’re—”

“I would like more,” he rushed out.

If he reacted like this to lemonade, how would he react to chocolate? Spontaneous orgasm? Maybe she had a Hershey bar hidden somewhere…

He consumed two more glasses of lemonade in quick succession. He requested a third, but she’d run out of lemons. His disappointment was palpable, but he shrugged it off.

Watching her with heated eyes, he licked the last drop from the cup rim. “You asked me earlier what power my medallion possessed. I will show you now,” he said. “First I will need your brother’s surname.”

“Carlyle. Like mine.”

He arched a brow. “Is that common here? To share names?”

“Yes. You didn’t share the same name as your family members?”

“No. Why should we have? We are each individuals and our names are our own.”

“How do you show your family relationship, then?”

“House affiliation. My family was House of Py.

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