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. It sTravis. Ask if they figured out what Braydengot stuck with, Hauk said.She swiped her phone on. Yo.Thedrill sergeant wants an update onBrayden.* * *Hauk snorted at the nickname thensucked back a groan.Whatever shitthey d hit him with seemed to bewearing off.At least the nausea wasfading.He d felt the rage coming on, andhe d blacked out like he always didwhen those hit him.Then he d joltedawake lying on the ground, feeling likehe d lost a wrestling match with anAbrams tank.Normally he woke up froma rage ten hours later feeling damn fine;it was one of the few redeeming factorsof the blackouts.Well, that and always winning. I ll send Hauk with it, Jolie wassaying. Wait, what? he asked.She turned to him. The drive.I msending you to The Underlight with it toget checked out.That way we can have itsomewhere safe.He nodded at her. You take thedrive. She d be smart enough to keep itsafe until it was in Travis s orBrayden s hands.He would keep an eyeon things around here.Or he would assoon as he could reliably stand up.She put the phone against hershoulder and scowled. No, I m gettingyou checked out.Me going back won tget you checked out.By a doctor.Or byTally and LaRoche.He waved a hand and sucked in abreath. I told you, it s going away.Youget the drive back.I ll stay here in casethey cause any more problems. Hewasn t sure he could walk to TheUnderlight at the moment anyway.But ifhe could sit still for a bit longer& At which point you ll do what?Glare at them from your proneposition? She put the phone back on herear. No.He got hit by a magic stick. Magic stick? Hauk raised a metaleyebrow at her. Seriously? Stuff it.That s the best descriptor Ihave.You got hit by a magic stick, youbroke it and you collapsed into a painfulball of non-raging you.Hauk grimaced.Due to recent events,he and Jolie had been forced to admitmagic existed, but they usually dancedaround the issue.Hauk hated magic.Itwas illogical and unpredictable andpresented a whole host of unknownproblems for anybody planning adefense.But his disgust didn t make itfake. Fine.I got hit by a magic stick.But I m recovering just fine.See, watch,I m standing. With a grunt he liftedhimself to his feet.Damn, that hurt.But he couldn t have done it fiveminutes ago without help, so case inpoint, he was improving.He droppedback down to the sofa as Jolie s frownturned into a scowl.Great.He let hishead loll back on the cushions and toldher the truth. Look, I m not going tomake it to The Underlight right now.Ashcan play nursemaid.You head back withthe drive.If I m still feeling shitty in anhour, I ll find a way to get home.Okay?How s Brayden?As he spoke, Jolie s expression hadstarted to morph from scowling tosympathetic.But halfway through thesofter expression snapped to stifflyformal, and her voice was practicallyicy as she said,  Travis, I ll be there in afew minutes. She pocketed her phone. They can t find anything wrong withBrayden.Whatever he got injected withdoesn t appear to do anything.Which, ofcourse, has everyone terrified.Now,shall I go get Ashley to make you feel allbetter or is there anything I can dobefore I go?Did she sound acerbic? Why? Haukmanaged a lazy grin and shot his mouth,trying to lighten her mood with a joke. You can kiss me and make it better.He expected her to roll her eyes andleave, hopefully with a bit of a smile.But she didn t.Nose in the air likesome princess, she strolled over to him,hips swaying to the beat of the punkmusic playing over the speakers.Waspretty-boy s band still playing?Her knees hit the couch on either sideof his and she slid onto his lap,straddling him.Suddenly he didn t give a flying fuckwho was making the music.Jolie sexpression wth=expressas pissed, buther body that toned, curvaceous figurewrapped in transparent fabric andsparkles sure looked like it was aboutto do something fun.With one finger she tipped his chinup, forcing his eyes from their indiscreetwandering back to hers.Oops.Should he apologize for oglingher? Or after the kiss this morning washe allowed to ogle now? He sure lovedstudying every graceful part of her.Didit as often as he thought he could getaway with it.She smiled, a twist of lips halfwaybetween haughty and seductive, and heloved that, too.As she leaned in close hecould smell the soft cinnamon and spiceof her perfume.With a breath that wascool against his suddenly hot cheek shewhispered,  Like this?She kissed him.Gods, yes.Her lips slowly moved against hiswith a supple pressure that eased hispain like nothing else.Her hands slidunder his jacket to rest against the cottonof his shirt.Thin cotton.She might beable feel his skin through that.He didn twant it to make her uncomfortable.Maybe it wasn t a good idea toShe sighed his name, and her tonguepressed against his lips.To hell with good ideas.He openedhis mouth for her, letting her tongue slideagainst his.He caressed across her hipsto the top of her ass.Her knees slidfurther apart, pressing her soft, hot bodyagainst his.With a groan he cupped thefirm muscles he d been admiring from adistance for too long.Her ass felt evenbetter than it looked.He wanted to toss her on the couch,spread her underneath him where hecould touch more of her.He couldn tremember ever wanting anyone oranything so damn badly.She moaned and shuddered againsthim.That was it; he shifted his grip so hecould press her back into the cushions.But before he made the move, she pulledback.He grinned like the happy idiot hewas.But she didn t look happy.With ajerk, the most perfect woman the godsever made wrenched out of his arms andstood up. Wh-wha-what? he sputtered.One finger waved manically at him. I hope you, Ashley and your self-sacrificing bullshit have a good timeguarding the rally. She spun on herfive-inch heels and stalked away. What? What happened? Jolie? Hestood up and nearly fell down in a washof dizziness. Jolie?But she was gone.He dropped back to the couch, brainhurting with the effort to figure out whathe d done wrong.And, moreimportantly, how he could fix it, so hecould get back to kissing that woman.Chapter Six He can be such an asshole. Jolieflipped up the lid of Travis s laptop andcrammed the flash drive into a port. Computer.Not cheap. Travisfluttered his hands like Catrina in a tizzy,and Jolie rolled her eyes.For all theirmacho-big-headedness, guys could beserious wimps sometimes. It ll be fine. Says you, Penthouse Princess.Gomake us some coffee and spend amoment or two breathing.I hear it sgood for the blood press1">ure.Jolie groaned [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]