Well. Two could play that game.
“No thanks, Jethro. I prefer not to fly with Chicken Coop Airlines.” She moved around him, barely brushing by him. The contact nearly sent her into a tizzy, his heated, earthy scent invading her until all she could smell was him. Well, she was determined not to be the only one melting, damn it. “I think I’ll fly back in Robin’s private jet.” She ran her fingers up his arm, trying not to moan at the feeling of thick muscle. “I’m sure he won’t mind one little bit.” She smiled up at him and sashayed out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. For all of two seconds she honestly thought she’d gotten the better of him. She might have gone on believing that if she hadn’t heard his amused chuckle just before the latch engaged, damn him.
Akane damn near growled. He was driving her insane, and if she didn’t get away from him she was going to do something she’d regret. No way was she tying herself to an aggravating, hot as sin, know-it-all Nebraska farm boy.
No. Way.
Shane watched his intended saunter out of the room and chuckled quietly to himself.
She didn’t know it yet, but she was his.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number that would have had his fiery dragon screeching in outrage. “She’s on her way back to Nebraska.”
“Good. You know what happens next.”
He smiled. He did indeed. He’d known the moment he saw Akane Russo sitting there in her car, doing her best to look innocent and vulnerable. He’d known better from the start.
Akane Russo was in no way innocent or vulnerable. Not by a long shot.
“Take care of my daughter, Shane.”
“I will. I swear it.” He allowed that small touch of magic to enter his voice. If anyone would sense it she would. He hung up and stuck his hands in his pockets. Whistling softly, Shane Joloun Dunne left the room, intent on hunting down his mate.
About the Author
Dana Marie Bell wrote her first short story when she was thirteen years old. She attended the High School for Creative and Performing Arts for creative writing, where freedom of expression was the order of the day. When her parents moved out of the city and placed her in a Catholic high school for her senior year, she tried desperately to get away, but the nuns held fast, and she graduated with honors despite herself.
Dana has lived primarily in the Northeast (Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware, to be precise), with a brief stint on the US Virgin Island of St. Croix. She lives with her soul mate and husband Dusty, their two maniacal children, an evil, ice-cream stealing cat and a bull terrier that thinks it’s a Pekinese.
You can learn more about Dana at www.danamariebell.com or contact her at danamariebell@gmail.com.