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.And he’s certainly not acting dead.” The look she gave him suggested frustration.Or annoyance.“Well, no, and that’s because he’s the living dead and not the dead dead.” He swallowed the urge to argue the point.“We’ll tie this moron up, then I’ll call Mark and ask him to take care of the problem.” “The zombie won’t be here by the time your partner gets the cops here.” “I tie a pretty mean knot, lady, and I have no intention of leaving the keys here.”“That doesn’t matter.He’s a zombie.He has more strength than you or I, and being tied with rope won’t slow him down.” He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.“So what do you suggest I do?” “Kill it.” He stared at her.“You and your grandmother really do have this thing about killing things, don’t you?” She indicated the squirming, stinking mass at their feet.“When you’re dealing with the likes of this, you have no choice.” “I’m a cop, and despite common belief, we do not go around shooting people just for the fun of it.” “Shooting it won’t kill it.Only breaking its neck will do that.” “I may be a werewolf, but I’m not a monster.” He was beginning to wonder, however, if she was.But wondering certainly didn’t kill his desire for her.Not in the least.“Go fetch the rope from the trunk.” She glared at him, then spun on her heel and did as he asked.Several seconds later she tossed the rope at him.“You’ll regret this, you know.” “I’d regret killing him even more.” He quickly tied the stinking mass then tossed it in the back of the truck.The aroma of death seemed to cling to him as he stepped away.“I’ll drive this thing off the road, then we’ll continue on.” “Will the Caddie be drivable?” “I think so.” However, it certainly looked as if he’d be climbing in and out from the passenger side for the next few days.He climbed into the pickup and reversed it off the road, out of everyone’s way.Then he checked to make sure the idiot was still trussed tight and tossed the keys deep into the trees.When he turned around, Kat had her hands thrust on to her hips, one foot tapping and eyes narrowed.She looked as if she was up to something, but he wasn’t sure what.He crossed the road, and her expression suddenly cleared.“All done now?” Annoyance and amusement combined in her voice and made him a just a little uneasy.“Not yet.” He walked past her and inspected the damage to his car.As he suspected, the driver’s door had been punched in too far to open.Both driver side door panelshad sustained severe damage, but nothing that would affect the car’s overall drivability.He hoped.It would be a cow to handle, though.“Let’s go.” He dug a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her, then climbed into the car and started the engine.She got in after him, then flipped down the sun visor and began cleaning her wound with the aid of the vanity mirror.“Not deep.” “No.” He took off slowly.The Caddie shuddered and groaned, the rear-end making a variety of noises he just didn’t like.He gradually built up speed but had to ease up on the accelerator as they neared forty.The vibrations were too drastic to tempt fate by going any faster.Silence fell between him and Kat, but it was nowhere near as easy as it originally had been.“You have to trust me,” she said eventually.“I really do know what I’m talking about.” “I have no real reason to believe that.” Sure, her background checked out okay, but that didn’t mean her and her grandmother weren’t pulling some damn stunt over the lot of them.And while his instincts said he could trust her, his instincts had been proven wrong before.Not often, but often when it really counted.“You don’t have a lot of faith in women, do you?” Her comment surprised him, and he looked at her.There was hurt in her green eyes, and while he regretted that, he had to wonder why.They may be sexually attracted but they were still strangers after all.He had no more reason to trust her than he did any possible witness in a crime.“What’s that got to do with anything?” She crossed her arms.“Do you often sleep with women you don’t trust?” “All the time.” Because he didn’t trust any woman.Not nowadays.“So women really are just a form of release to you?” “Yes.” He looked at her again.“But you knew that.You’ve known from the start that I was a werewolf.” She pulled her gaze from his and stared ahead.He had a sudden feeling it was going to take an awful lot of chocolateto get back into her good graces.They cruised on.The terrain passed by, interesting but endless, and the vibrations coming through the wheel gradually got worse.Obviously, more damage had been done than he’d originally thought.“What do you want to eat?” he asked as they rattled into Bandon.She shrugged.“Something hot and hearty.I need to rebuild some energy.” He cruised around, and they eventually settled for a classy-looking restaurant that was close to the beach.He stopped the car and watched her climb out, enjoying the flash of her honey-colored thighs.“Get us table and I’ll be back when I can.” She nodded and slammed the door shut.He watched until she entered the building then headed off in search of a mechanic.He found one who seemed to know what he was talking about, and after a quick few minutes under the car, the mechanic came up with the news he’d feared.“The accident has stuffed the rear axil.I usually have replacements, but I’ve just used my last.” “How long will it take to get parts in?” “Got them on order already.Shouldn’t be more than a day or so.” They couldn’t wait that long.He plucked a business card from his wallet.“Fix it.Is there a place nearby where I can rent another?” The mechanic took a quick glance at the card then shoved it into a greasy pocket.“Sure is.Just down the road.Tell Jim I sent you, and he’ll give you a good deal.” “Thanks.Call me when the car’s fixed.” “Sure thing.” He collected their bags, the condoms and his gun out of the car, but by the time he’d arranged a rental and got back to the restaurant, an hour had passed by.He glanced at his watch.They still had a two-hour drive to Rogue River.Time was slipping away too fast.She wasn’t eating when he arrived, which surprised him.She just sat at a table, sipping wine and staring out the window.He slid into the chair opposite her.Things could have happened a whole lot quicker if he’d sat beside her and letthe aura of the werewolf do its stuff, but as much as he wanted her, he also wanted her truly willing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.And he’s certainly not acting dead.” The look she gave him suggested frustration.Or annoyance.“Well, no, and that’s because he’s the living dead and not the dead dead.” He swallowed the urge to argue the point.“We’ll tie this moron up, then I’ll call Mark and ask him to take care of the problem.” “The zombie won’t be here by the time your partner gets the cops here.” “I tie a pretty mean knot, lady, and I have no intention of leaving the keys here.”“That doesn’t matter.He’s a zombie.He has more strength than you or I, and being tied with rope won’t slow him down.” He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.“So what do you suggest I do?” “Kill it.” He stared at her.“You and your grandmother really do have this thing about killing things, don’t you?” She indicated the squirming, stinking mass at their feet.“When you’re dealing with the likes of this, you have no choice.” “I’m a cop, and despite common belief, we do not go around shooting people just for the fun of it.” “Shooting it won’t kill it.Only breaking its neck will do that.” “I may be a werewolf, but I’m not a monster.” He was beginning to wonder, however, if she was.But wondering certainly didn’t kill his desire for her.Not in the least.“Go fetch the rope from the trunk.” She glared at him, then spun on her heel and did as he asked.Several seconds later she tossed the rope at him.“You’ll regret this, you know.” “I’d regret killing him even more.” He quickly tied the stinking mass then tossed it in the back of the truck.The aroma of death seemed to cling to him as he stepped away.“I’ll drive this thing off the road, then we’ll continue on.” “Will the Caddie be drivable?” “I think so.” However, it certainly looked as if he’d be climbing in and out from the passenger side for the next few days.He climbed into the pickup and reversed it off the road, out of everyone’s way.Then he checked to make sure the idiot was still trussed tight and tossed the keys deep into the trees.When he turned around, Kat had her hands thrust on to her hips, one foot tapping and eyes narrowed.She looked as if she was up to something, but he wasn’t sure what.He crossed the road, and her expression suddenly cleared.“All done now?” Annoyance and amusement combined in her voice and made him a just a little uneasy.“Not yet.” He walked past her and inspected the damage to his car.As he suspected, the driver’s door had been punched in too far to open.Both driver side door panelshad sustained severe damage, but nothing that would affect the car’s overall drivability.He hoped.It would be a cow to handle, though.“Let’s go.” He dug a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her, then climbed into the car and started the engine.She got in after him, then flipped down the sun visor and began cleaning her wound with the aid of the vanity mirror.“Not deep.” “No.” He took off slowly.The Caddie shuddered and groaned, the rear-end making a variety of noises he just didn’t like.He gradually built up speed but had to ease up on the accelerator as they neared forty.The vibrations were too drastic to tempt fate by going any faster.Silence fell between him and Kat, but it was nowhere near as easy as it originally had been.“You have to trust me,” she said eventually.“I really do know what I’m talking about.” “I have no real reason to believe that.” Sure, her background checked out okay, but that didn’t mean her and her grandmother weren’t pulling some damn stunt over the lot of them.And while his instincts said he could trust her, his instincts had been proven wrong before.Not often, but often when it really counted.“You don’t have a lot of faith in women, do you?” Her comment surprised him, and he looked at her.There was hurt in her green eyes, and while he regretted that, he had to wonder why.They may be sexually attracted but they were still strangers after all.He had no more reason to trust her than he did any possible witness in a crime.“What’s that got to do with anything?” She crossed her arms.“Do you often sleep with women you don’t trust?” “All the time.” Because he didn’t trust any woman.Not nowadays.“So women really are just a form of release to you?” “Yes.” He looked at her again.“But you knew that.You’ve known from the start that I was a werewolf.” She pulled her gaze from his and stared ahead.He had a sudden feeling it was going to take an awful lot of chocolateto get back into her good graces.They cruised on.The terrain passed by, interesting but endless, and the vibrations coming through the wheel gradually got worse.Obviously, more damage had been done than he’d originally thought.“What do you want to eat?” he asked as they rattled into Bandon.She shrugged.“Something hot and hearty.I need to rebuild some energy.” He cruised around, and they eventually settled for a classy-looking restaurant that was close to the beach.He stopped the car and watched her climb out, enjoying the flash of her honey-colored thighs.“Get us table and I’ll be back when I can.” She nodded and slammed the door shut.He watched until she entered the building then headed off in search of a mechanic.He found one who seemed to know what he was talking about, and after a quick few minutes under the car, the mechanic came up with the news he’d feared.“The accident has stuffed the rear axil.I usually have replacements, but I’ve just used my last.” “How long will it take to get parts in?” “Got them on order already.Shouldn’t be more than a day or so.” They couldn’t wait that long.He plucked a business card from his wallet.“Fix it.Is there a place nearby where I can rent another?” The mechanic took a quick glance at the card then shoved it into a greasy pocket.“Sure is.Just down the road.Tell Jim I sent you, and he’ll give you a good deal.” “Thanks.Call me when the car’s fixed.” “Sure thing.” He collected their bags, the condoms and his gun out of the car, but by the time he’d arranged a rental and got back to the restaurant, an hour had passed by.He glanced at his watch.They still had a two-hour drive to Rogue River.Time was slipping away too fast.She wasn’t eating when he arrived, which surprised him.She just sat at a table, sipping wine and staring out the window.He slid into the chair opposite her.Things could have happened a whole lot quicker if he’d sat beside her and letthe aura of the werewolf do its stuff, but as much as he wanted her, he also wanted her truly willing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]