“You’ve got a lot of nerve telling me to go away when you’re locked in the trunk of my car.”

The great view Marc had of her breasts shot up and was replaced by a nice one of a tanned and toned stomach. He pushed his hair back out of his eyes and looked up at the woman. Her black hair was pulled into a pony tail so that the ends of it just brushed her shoulder as she stood glaring down at him, her fisted hands on her hips. The green of her eyes flashed like twin emerald fires as she gave him a thorough once over.

"Was locked in your trunk."

“Just exactly how did you get yourself locked in there?”

Marc propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. The fresh, early morning air was putting up a valiant fight, but it was easy to tell that the heat of another southern, mid-summer day would soon squelch all coolness with its cloying humidity. God he wished he were back up north.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know?” He did know, but thought playing dumb was a better idea than trying to explain his werefamily’s vendetta against a marauding rogue vampire clan. He doubted that was something the woman could swallow first thing in the morning and knew he sure as hell would need several cups of coffee and a long shower before he'd attempt an explanation even if he were willing. Which he wasn't.

Rubbing his head, he didn’t have to pretend to be in pain. He wasn’t a full were-tiger, but retained some of his family’s abilities such as limited teleportation from one place to another. Only difference with him was that if he flashed through solid material, it hurt like hell afterwards. Kind of like a full-body hangover.

The woman's eyes narrowed. “You were with my brother last night, weren’t you?” She nodded and pursed her lips. Light pink lips bare of any gloss or stain. The bottom one looked slightly swollen, like a lover had just dragged his teeth over it.

Marc groaned and sat up. He was in no condition to take a female, but a part of his body was voicing its dissent. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s the only other person with a key to my car and he’d think it was funny to lock a drunk friend in his sister’s trunk. The idiot.”

With careful, deliberate movements intended to jar his abused body as little as possible, Marc crawled out of the back of the car. He winced as the sharp edges of gravel cut into his bare feet. At least he hadn’t lost his clothes when he flashed from one place to another this time. He’d been practicing on that.

“So where’d you meet Blain?”

The question snapped Marc up straight as he forgot about the gravel and the steady throb of pain through his muscles. “Blain?”

She frowned up at him, holding her hand to shade against the sun as she looked up at him. “Yeah, Blain Allen. My brother.”

Shit. Blain had a sister? This hunt was headed to hell on the express route. Time to jump into the game and start loading the deck with some cards of his own. He shook his head and gave her a little grin. “Sorry. Brain’s still a little hazy from last night. Blain never mentioned he had a sister. But I’m pretty fuzzy on everything after we left Shreveport sometime yesterday evening, so he could have well given me your life history and I’d never remember it.” He glanced around at the tall pines backing the nice, if cookie-cutter condominiums he found himself in front of. "Am I still in Louisiana?"

“Nope. You've made it to east Texas. Couple hours south and west of Shreveport, depending on how many bars and honkytonks you stopped at along the way, of course." She held out her hand. "I’m Delila. Welcome to Molly, Texas.”

“Marc Cullen.” He shook her hand. It was small and soft in his though she held it with a firm grip. All things working together to put images in his mind of an entirely different nature than a friendly greeting of two strangers.

Without releasing her hand, he let his gaze wander from her eyes down to her mouth. When she swiped her tongue nervously across that full bottom lip of hers he didn’t bother trying to hide his grin. He looked back up and caught the sexual awareness crackling to life in the depths of her eyes like the green light on a racetrack. “Thank you," he said, letting the low, natural purr of his voice wrap his words with an underlying invitation. "I’m sure I’m going to enjoy it here.”

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