Maggie Shayne - Twilight Series 03 by Twilight Illusions

Author:Twilight Illusions [Illusions, Twilight]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:18:20+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

What, exactly, are you doing here. Shannon? "

His anger vibrated in those low, measured tones, but seemed to be held in rigid control. She opened her

mouth to answer, still staring straight ahead at his gleaming skintight boots. No words came out.

' "Much as I might fantasize about the implications of your present position, I think you ought to get up

now."

She did, quickly, and she felt her face heating beneath the mask.

That's right, the mask. How the hell did he know it was me?

She tugged it off and glared at him.

"Look, I tried to talk to you at the theater, but you left. When I called, you hung up. You really didn't

leave me much choice" --"The choice I left you with was to leave me alone."

His dark eyes burned with some inner fire. Black fire. Dark light. How was that possible? She blinked

and shook herself. The wind picked up a little, and it made a deep moaning sound when it passed

through the branches of the big oak tree. Perfect October night wind. She faced him, and tried to ignore

the shiver of apprehension. How could a man as attractive as this one make her feel so afraid? nothing

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scared her. Not even death. Not that she'd admit it, anyway. She couldn't afford to, in her present

condition.

"I'm afraid I can't leave you alone."

"Why not?"

"Let me in and I'll tell you." She watched his face, and knew when he didn't refuse that he was

wavering.

"It's important."

"It must be." He glanced down over her attire as he said it, and his sarcasm couldn't be missed. Just

when her chin rose and a few choice set-downs jumped to her lips, he nodded once and stepped aside.

"Ten minutes. Shannon. Then you either leave on your own or I call animal control."

She sauntered past him, feeling triumphant, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Who do you think they'd pick up? Cat Woman or Batman?"

He grimaced, as if her little joke had been so bad it was painful, but he couldn't hide the twitch at the

corners of his lips. She wondered, for a second, why he'd want to. Then she turned to see where she

was going, and all her thoughts stampeded from her mind like cattle from a burning barn.

The short hall she'd traversed opened into a circular room that would put the Oval Office to shame.

Black marble fireplace with two arched openings.

One for the fire and the other to hold the neatly stacked logs. The mantel stretched the length of it, and

was littered with artsy objects encased in clear-glass cubes of varying sizes. The floor gleamed, the

same

swirling black marble as the hearth, accented here and there with colorful Turkish rugs. Their patterns

were wild, order less, vivid. Were those black eyes peering up at her from behind swirls of scarlet and

gold? God, these things, with their braided tassels and secret meanings, could pass for Aladdin's magic

carpet. One lay near the fireplace, all but invisible under a mound of pillows. Round, square, oval,

satin,

silk, velvet, blacks and reds and golds.

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