Protector (The Witches of Cleopatra Hill Book 5) by Christine Pope

Author:Christine Pope [Pope, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Valentine Press
Published: 2015-03-04T06:00:00+00:00

11

It was sort of surreal to be sitting in here next to Alex, their feet propped up on the glass and metal coffee table, attention fixed on the flat-screen hanging from the wall opposite them. The thing was huge, too, way bigger than the 42-inch television her parents had bought a year ago. Again Caitlin wondered where the heck Alex got the money for all this stuff, but that was a question that could wait for another day.

For now, she was having a hard enough time keeping her attention fixed on the TV, on the admittedly gruesome scenes playing out there. But she’d never gotten grossed out by things she saw in the movies or on television, no matter how gory they might be.

It was the real-life stuff she had problems with.

Alex had gotten them both water, and he was drinking from his glass now, attention fixed forward so she could catch the fine outlines of his profile from the corner of her eye. The Adam’s apple in his throat moved as he swallowed, and she made herself look forward again, to not think about the lean muscles of his neck and what it would feel like to place her lips against the warm brown skin there.

All right, this was getting out of hand. Her friends were still being held against their will by Matías and his gang, wherever they might be hiding, and right now she was watching some extra on The Walking Dead get his entrails ripped out of his stomach in a spectacular spray of Karo-syrup blood, and the only thing she could think about was kissing Alex’s neck?

All she could do was pray he hadn’t noticed her tension, hadn’t seen the way her gaze kept wandering from the television set. He’d seated himself a respectable distance from her, at least a foot, and yet she fancied she could feel the warmth radiating out from his body even so. She knew she was acutely aware of every time he shifted, every creak of the couch and every movement of the sturdy biceps under the polo shirt he wore.

To distract herself, she bent forward and picked up her own glass of water, then planted her feet firmly on the rug-covered floor while she took a few swallows. There, that was a little better. If she drank enough, maybe she’d dilute some of the sangria currently swirling around in her stomach. To be fair, it really hadn’t been that strong…just strong enough to have messed with some of her extremely hard-won composure.

“More?” Alex asked, and she started.

He grabbed the remote and paused the DVR. “Do you want more water?”

“Um…sure.”

Setting the remote aside, he got up from the couch and moved from the family room to the kitchen, giving her a great opportunity to watch how his faded jeans clung to his ass and thighs. He was built just the way she liked — muscular but not muscle-bound, tall and broad-shouldered. After she’d hit her current five foot eight, she’d realized there were a lot of guys she wouldn’t consider dating, just because they were too short.

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