Tales from Tarker's Hollow by Tasha Black

Author:Tasha Black
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: 13th Story Press
Published: 2016-06-21T09:15:51.311499+00:00

13

Mac awoke disoriented.

He sat up quickly and then he remembered.

Ava.

Ava Gray.

Smiling to himself, he stretched, realizing that the reason he was disoriented was not because he was waking up in a strange place, but because his body wasn’t aching and throbbing with insistent desire. He was sated. She had satisfied him completely.

Images of Ava flashed through his head: her dark hair spread across the pillow, the way she caught her lower lip in her teeth when he was inside her.

The spicy scent of her was still all over his face and hands.

His body began to pound again, but pleasantly.

Mac couldn’t believe he had drifted off. But her hands on his skin had been heavenly.

He wondered briefly where she was. And what time it was.

It would be awkward if he had missed too much of the party. Most likely she had gone to clean herself up.

The bed groaned with him as he hopped to the ground and headed to the small adjoining bathroom.

It was empty.

Maybe she had gotten dressed and slipped back down to the party, so as not to raise suspicion.

Mac winced at the idea that he had begun an affair with the daughter of his champion at the college. Without Helen Thayer’s help, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to adjunct.

He would have to tell her eventually, of course. But tonight was awful timing.

He took a few minutes to attend to his needs in the bathroom, then came back out to get dressed.

It was only then that he noticed that his clothes were missing.

He checked under the bed, vaguely remembering Ava sliding his pants in that direction.

They weren’t there. She hadn’t folded them and placed them on the dresser either. And they weren’t in the dresser or the bathroom or anywhere else.

Oh god, had she found the keys?

Had she gone to alert Helen that Mac had stolen them?

Cold panic coursed through his veins.

He opened the drawers to find something to put on. He would have to find her and explain.

It was probably too late.

Or was it? If they hadn’t come to confront him yet, then maybe she hadn’t spoken up. Maybe she was trying to decide how to tell Helen.

The drawers were empty. There wasn’t even a towel in the bathroom. Just a toothbrush, a tube of lip gloss, and a brush with a few strands of long blond hair. Funny, maybe the Lloyd-Thayers had another young woman stay in the room once in a while.

In desperation, he grabbed the sheepskin off the floor and wrapped it around his hips, then strode over to the door and turned the knob.

But the door wouldn’t open.

He twisted and pulled several times in quick succession. It was locked fast.

Mac backed away from the door, breathing deeply to keep his furious wolf in check. Shifting now would only make things worse. But his wolf was already snarling and throwing itself against the bars of his conscience. He needed to find a way out.

Mac scanned the room.

Three doors.

The locked one to the hallway, the door to the bath, and one more.

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