Lucky Courage (9781370361410) by Washington Amanda

Author:Washington, Amanda
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Smashwords
Published: 2016-11-29T19:10:05+00:00

BY THE TIME we got home from traipsing all over the globe to retrieve wine, buy IDs, and meet with Auto, it was one in the morning and we were tired and hungry. We fired up Demarco’s grill and cooked the last of his frozen burgers, and then Tweety said goodnight, shifted, and flew up to what appeared to be his favorite tree branch to sleep in. Demarco and I headed back to his shop and the cozy king-sized bed waiting for us.

Although the blacksmith and I were sleeping in the same bed, we had yet to do anything beyond cuddling in it. His choice, not mine, and if I had my way I’d wear down his willpower and explore every inch of his impressive body. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I didn’t care how tired we were, Mr. Blacksmith and I needed to have a conversation. I leaned against the wall and watched him sit on the bed.

“You’re upset,” Demarco said as he pulled off his boots.

And him telling me how I felt made me a whole lot more so. “You would know, since you can obviously tell what I’m thinking. Tell me, Demarco, how exactly did you know Auto was bored?”

He dropped his boots and went to his dresser to pull out a pair of pajama bottoms. “It’s a long story, Romi.”

I crossed my arms and stared him down. “Any guesses how I feel about that lame excuse?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked to the bathroom. I’d seen the man naked—hell, we even had a kid together—yet he never fully undressed in front of me. At least not that I remember. Even though I kind of wanted to smack him upside his head with a blunt object, I’d still love to see him in all his naked glory without the influence of Aphrodite’s private label Love Potion #9. But since we were closer to a good smack-down than we were to—as Tweety put it—“getting it on,” I stripped down to my panties and tugged one of Demarco’s clean T-shirts over my head.

He emerged from the bathroom bare-chested with flannel pajama pants riding low on his waist. My gaze went straight to the happy trail on his stomach and lingered there for a moment before drifting up to take in the sights of his well-defined abs, pecs, and biceps. Seriously, if Demarco stood outside of a gym with his shirt off, their membership would skyrocket, because men would want to look like him and women would want to look at him.

Then I remembered he could read my thoughts and I forced myself to look away and stop mentally drooling over his body. “So how long have you been able to read and control minds?” I asked, sounding a little more miffed than intended, but seriously… how had this not come up? Hi, my name’s Demarco and I can force you to do my will. Didn’t he think that was something I needed to know?

“I can’t read minds,” he replied, pulling back the covers.

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