Yearnings: A Paranormal Romance Box Set by Gray Elena & Scott Amber & McCray Carolyn

Author:Gray, Elena & Scott, Amber & McCray, Carolyn [Gray, Elena]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Indie Book Collective
Published: 2012-03-06T13:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Eight

The man was causing more trouble and creating more attention than Leigh wanted or needed. What was it with men and authority that sent them into battle mode? Ignoring Grant’s glare and pretending the two officers weren’t staring at her feet, Leigh marched into the room.

“Can I help you?” she said, hands on hips. She didn’t expect a full view of Grant’s back front and center. Having him face her was worse. She stepped around him.

“A disturbance was reported, ma’am,” the one with bright blue eyes said. “Are you Beatrice Grayson?”

“No. Leigh Hamilton. Her assistant.”

Grant coughed. “If you all will excuse me, I’d like to get dressed.”

If that was his best attempt at diverting attention, they were in a world of trouble. Leigh wouldn’t look at him and risk another jolt to her system. “Yes, please, use the bedroom. Now, about this disturbance. The two gentlemen had a disagreement. I believe you arrived and settled it. Did you not?”

“We’ll need to speak to Mrs. Grayson. Animals are required to be kenneled.”

“Oh, there’s no animal here. Please feel free to check if you need to.”

“That is animal hair, ma’am.”

“Um, I’m sure it must be if you say so,” Leigh said, wishing Grant would hurry up and go get dressed. She could actually feel the heat of him standing behind her. “But if there is no pet here, does it matter what kind of hair it is?”

The older one narrowed his dark eyes on her, but finally nodded. “Get dressed,” he ordered Grant.

To make matters worse, Jacob hovered nearby, gaping at Grant from different angles. Jacob was a ghost for criminy’s sake. A wolf-man, or werewolf, or whatever Grant was, should not be all that shocking to him.

Now that Grant was back to himself, Leigh hardly felt shocked. Surprised? Certainly. But not shocked. His becoming a wolf made a bit of sense, in fact. Switching to a wolf and back would definitely account for why he’d looked like hell at the Sacré Couer. Maybe that was why he was so suspicious and bristly. Leigh was getting bristly herself waiting for Grant to do as ordered and dress himself.

She glared at him over her shoulder. “You heard the man. Get dressed.”

He glared back. Leigh wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the dark look. She’d face an attack by his human form any day over a wild animal. Besides, as a wolf, he apparently liked her just fine. Enough to break a door down just to be near her.

He squinted. “I’ll need my pants,” he said, gesturing with a fist of sheet which drew her gaze straight to his bare belly.

Leigh snapped her head back around, her cheeks on fire. Grant retrieved his pants—in better shape than his shirt—from the floor, revealing long rippling lines of muscle, then strode past and shut the bedroom door none too softly. Jacob hovered. He wanted something. He wanted to go with Grant. No, she thought at him. Too dangerous.

Jacob glowered, then vanished.

Oh, no. Was he pouting? Fine.

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