Shades of Grey by Sam Crescent & Natalie Dae

Author:Sam Crescent & Natalie Dae [Crescent, Sam & Dae, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Fiction, Erotica, Paranormal, Western, cookie429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9781781845141
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2012-08-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Travis awoke, instantly alert. Some fucker was outside, he knew it. He lay in the darkness, staring at the shadowy ceiling, his heart thumping, and strained his ears to hear even the slightest of sounds. Sarah’s steady breathing filled the air around him. His pulse quickened, the throb of it almost drowning her breath out.

There it was again—the noise he must have heard while sleeping. Like metal being clanked. Keys, maybe? A chain being rattled? He eased out of bed, mindful not to wake Sarah. The last thing he wanted was for her to spring up, panicked that Clark had returned. No, she needed a good night’s sleep, not one disturbed by Travis’ possibly overactive imagination.

Who was he kidding? He’d heard that sound all right, no doubt about it.

He moved over to the window, wincing at the sound of his feet rasping against the floor, and slowly drew the edge of one curtain across, giving him just enough space to peer out to the ground below. The paddock was empty, the gate shut as he’d left it, and everything appeared as it should. A creamy moon glowed brightly, its light illuminating the area, showing him that no one lurked in those God-awful spooky trees running down the side of the field either.

So was someone in the house? Was that it?

Leaving the window, he walked to the door, looking back at Sarah to make sure she still slept. Her chest rose and fell, her hair spread out over the pillow, and he wanted nothing more than to get back into bed to nestle beside her. But keeping her safe was more important. Regretfully, he turned away and padded downstairs to the kitchen, picking up his discarded jeans and pulling them on. He put on his shirt, fastening the buttons as he walked over to the window, and stared out again.

No one there.

He searched the house, footsteps seeming loud in the stillness of the night, and came up empty. He returned to the kitchen, stuffing his feet into his boots then finding the key in a drawer in the sideboard. Sarah would be fine inside alone for the time it took him to search the grounds. He didn’t intend being a minute longer than he had to.

Outside, after locking the door and slipping the key in his jeans pocket, he circled the house, again finding nothing. He made for the tackle barn, wondering if whoever had come visiting had holed up inside. No horses nickered in the stables nearby and he gave a small sigh of relief. They’d be the first to complain if some stranger interrupted their night. Nevertheless, nerves skittered in his belly, and he pushed the heavy door open, bracing himself for an attack. Inky darkness bled into everything, and he couldn’t even make out the tool table to his right or the tackle hanging on the wall to his left. He cursed himself for not bringing a flashlight and took another step inside.

There. What was that smell?

He sniffed, long and hard, and caught an unmistakeable whiff of Clark.

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