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  “Navarro,” she moaned and leaned into him. “I’m not fragile, and there are never any guarantees in this life.” She turned in his arms and looked up, letting him see the love and tears filling her eyes. “I’m not asking for forever—I just don’t want to miss now with you.” Just tell me you love me!

  His arms encircled her, and he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. “I do love you.”

  Sidney brought her head back, smacking it against the door. She stared at him for a long moment, and then narrowed her eyes. “You know what I’m thinking!”

  Navarro’s lips quirked. “It’s a talent I have. Part of why I secluded myself for so many years. People have very noisy minds. I’ve been learning to shut out their voices.”

  “But not mine?”

  “I wanted to hear your thoughts.”

  She pushed at his chest until he stepped back. “So you already knew I was falling in love with you, and you still left me like that?”

  “I wanted you sa—”

  She waved her hand. “I already heard that part.” Sidney raked a hand through her hair. “I bet you’ve been inside my head from the start.”

  “Not from the start—I wasn’t that interested at first.”

  She leveled a killing glare his way and didn’t miss the mirth twitching his lips. “What? I’m not pretty enough?”

  “That’s not it. My attraction grew slowly. It wasn’t until I decided to have you—”

  “You decided?” Sidney felt like screaming. “You conceited assho—”

  Navarro grabbed her and cupped her chin, forcing her face up. “I am that. I love you, Sidney P. Coffey, but right now, I have a plane to catch.” His mouth crashed down on hers.

  Sidney leaned into his body, wrapping her arms around him, drowning in his kiss. No way are you getting on that plane without me! She rubbed against him, chest to mons. I’m on fire for you, Navarro.

  He broke the kiss. “The flight’s five hours.”

  She reached for his belt and unbuckled it, all the while pressing kisses to his neck. Too long. Gotta have you now!

  Navarro backed up to the desk dragging her with him. When he sat on the edge, he hauled her into his arms. “They’ll see us through the glass.”

  Sidney straddled his hips and shoved his coat off his shoulders, sealing his mouth with hers. Won’t take a minute. Promise! They won’t even have time to wonder what we’re doing.

  When he tried to break the kiss to reply, her mouth smiled against his. Look who’s got the advantage now!

  Laughter shook his chest, and he gripped her hair to pull her back. “I’ve changed my mind. You’re going with me.”

  Sidney smiled, and a warmth she could only attribute to a happy heart filled her chest. “Too late—I already made up my mind to go. It’s my decision.”

  “You’re a stubborn woman.”

  “My middle name doesn’t start with a ‘P’ for nothing.”

  His grin was a glorious thing. Nearly boyish. “What is your middle name?”

  Sidney wrinkled her nose. “Promise not to laugh?”

  He shook his head and laughed. “No.”

  “Persephone.”

  Navarro’s wicked grin told her he hadn’t missed the irony that she’d been named for the woman Hades had held a prisoner in his dark realm until she agreed to be his wife.

  Sidney pushed up his shirt, but his hand closed over hers. “We really do have to leave now.”

  She raised an eyebrow. You’re really gonna make me wait?

  “The loo is quite spacious, love.”

  Mile High Club, here I come!

  As Sidney trotted beside Navarro across the tarmac to the waiting plane, she said, “That was one helluva weekend you gave me. But I’m reminded, I don’t know a thing about your past.”

  “We have forever to learn each other’s dark secrets.”

  “My life will take a minute.”

  “Mine won’t. I was a Crusader…”

  A knight. He’d been a knight in shining armor. Of course!

  Headlights blinked, and Sidney glanced over her shoulder. She gave Moses a wave, and said a little prayer that he’d find the same happiness she had now with Navarro.

  Navarro tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow. “Any regrets?”

  As she met his dark, glittering gaze, Sidney shook her head and smiled. “I’m gonna cover the story of the millennium. What more could a girl ask for?” Bet that made you nervous, huh?

  Navarro sighed. “You’re really going to enjoy torturing me with my gift, aren’t you?”

  As she climbed the steps, she couldn’t resist a little more teasing. “How long do you think it will take for the captain turn off the seatbelt sign?” How many ways can I torture you until then? Shall I tell you what I plan to do to you with my mouth?

  “We might have to share a seat,” he murmured, a wicked hand caressing her bottom.

  “A vampire with an imagination,” she replied, breathless.

  “A vampire with a raging—”

  Navarro!

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  From Night Fall on Dark Mountain, Night Fall series, Book 6:

  He met her at the water’s edge as she returned from her solitary walk, her bare feet sand-encrusted and her steps slow and measured. One hand pressed the small of her back—a disquieting gesture that caused him no small amount of alarm. The purple of dusk was reflected in the circles beneath her beautiful brown eyes.

  “Darcy-love, why didn’t you wait?” Quentin Albermarle slipped his arm around his wife’s slender back, not surprised when she leaned into him to share her burden.

  “You wouldn’t have enjoyed yourself.” She lifted her head to stare into his eyes, one brow arching in amusement. “I wanted to watch the sunset.”

  Her teasing smile warmed his soul. How had he lived before knowing her? Now, he couldn’t remember a night that didn’t begin and end with her. “Well, you have me there,” he said softly. “Sunset’s not something I’d find the least bit pleasant.” He turned her in his arms and settled his chin on the top of her head as his hands circled her stretched-taut belly. “Still, I’d prefer it if someone accompanied you when I can’t be here. It isn’t safe,” he admonished her lazily, enjoying the breeze that lifted her dark hair to float against his chest and the pleasure of her warm body aligned with his. “It’s not like we haven’t enough hirelings to spare one for your walks.”

  “I wanted a little alone time, and it was light when I started.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m walking a little slow these days.”

  Quentin’s jaw clenched at the familiar fear that struck him. Her ordeal wouldn’t be something he could conquer for her. And he suspected the Lamaze classes he’d endured at her insistence were as much for his benefit as hers.

  Taking a deep breath, he let the air hiss between his teeth and watched the slim gold line that rimmed the navy sea blink out. “More reason to stay inside The Compound, don’t you think?”

  “The walk was nice. I can’t get too flabby or I’ll have hell getting back in shape for work.”

  Quentin had his own thoughts about how she looked—her features were a little less lean, but softer and more feminine
. He also had rather strong thoughts about whether she should ever return to the police force. But there was time for that discussion later. “You’re beautiful and wearing my favorite shade of blue.”

  Darcy looked down at her sky blue sundress and snorted. “You know darn well it’s the color of your eyes.”

  “I know. Seeing you in it makes me feel like my ownership’s stamped all over you.”

  “I’m wearing your colors, hmmm? You are a primitive man at heart. I like that.”

  “And feeling downright primal at the moment. I didn’t like not finding you beside me when I woke,” he let his words rumble, then admitted the truth, “I was worried.”

  “I’m sorry. I was restless waiting for you to wake from your beauty rest. Besides, I only have to worry about the things that go bump in the night, right?”

  He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her fragrance—her mother’s raspberry soap and her own feminine musk. “Were-bastards don’t fry in the sunshine,” he growled, knowing his comment would get a rise out of her.

  “Hush!” she said, smacking his hand. “No name calling. Remember, Max is my friend.”

  He smiled into her hair and lightly squeezed her belly. The child within complained and delivered a solid kick just beneath his hand. “I was thinking of dear old Max when I said it.”

  “You really need to learn to get along with him. I know he’s a little intense, what with him hating vamps in general, but Pia has him leashed.”

  “That’s what has me worried. That walking disaster paired with a werewolf—it’s a wonder she’s not hacking up hair balls.”

  “Wrong species.” She giggled. A lovely tinkling sound, all the more precious because she didn’t do it often.

  He snorted. “Just plain wrong, if you ask me.”

  Darcy cleared her throat. “Speaking of which, when’s the plane coming in?”

  “It’ll touch down in about fifteen minutes. Then wait until Navarro gets a look at our new pet. Don’t be surprised if we see fur flying.”

  She tilted back her head to look into his eyes, her expression a little pinched. “This Navarro…is he a good guy?”

  Quentin shrugged. “He’s one of us.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, and that’s supposed to be reassuring?”

  “I’m a good guy,” Quentin said softly. “Trust me to make sure introductions are handled appropriately.”

  “The way you say that—all British and proper…” She shivered. “…does things to me.” Then her expression grew serious. “All right Quentin, I’ll trust you so long as you make sure he gives Max a fair chance to prove he’s part of the team.”

  Quentin snorted again.

  “Now, you have to admit the guy’s been a big help tracking the remnants of that rabid wolf pack.”

  Quentin wasn’t ready to give the were any credit. “Takes a dog to sniff another out,” he mumbled.

  Her nose wrinkled. “You’re so prejudiced.”

  “I have reason to be.” Then wishing to end a conversation that caused her distress, he kissed her lips.

  With a sigh, she surrendered her body, leaning more heavily against him. Her mouth opened beneath his, and his tongue lapped inside. She returned soft loving strokes that had him hard as a doorknob in seconds.

  He dragged away his mouth, glad the breeze off the ocean was whipping up enough to cool his overheated skin. “Witch,” he whispered.

  “What did I do?” she asked, wide-eyed.

  The curve of her lips told him she felt his frustration. He narrowed his gaze. “Just you wait…”

  “Won’t be long now.” She rubbed her bottom against his arousal.

  What could a vampire do to stop the woman he loved from teasing him into full-fanged arousal? He dragged his teeth along the side of her throat in a silent warning to behave.

  “And that’s supposed to scare me?” Soft laughter shook her body. “You shouldn’t use the same tactic to make me horny.”

  His breath gusted in a short laugh. “Bugger, is that the problem?”

  “Someday you’re going to tell me what it is you have against weres.” She turned in his arms and stared upward, moonlight reflecting in her eyes. “And I should be a little angry about the way you always use sex to change the conversation.”

  With her large belly between them, Quentin’s lips twitched. “This from the woman who’s discovered the ultimate distraction method of digital manipulation—”

  Darcy pressed her finger against his lips to halt his words. “You’re not doing it again.”

  Quentin raised his eyebrows in question.

  “Changing the subject.” She huffed a long sigh. “I’m worried about Max meeting Navarro. We’re only just getting used to the fact he’s Lycan, and now Navarro’s coming from the Northwest council because of this problem with another Powell brother. Things are happening too fast.”

  Quentin glared. He opened his mouth to give her a glib answer, but her finger mashed his lips.

  “What, you have something to say?” Her finger swirled on his lips then lingered a moment until he dutifully kissed the tip.

  When she withdrew it, he said, “Is the problem that you think Navarro won’t listen, or that Max is going to misbehave?”

  Darcy’s brows drew together. “Both.”

  He gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re going to make me intervene on his behalf, aren’t you?” Damn! He wished she didn’t care so much about the wolf.

  “Maybe. Is Navarro really going to give him a fair shake, or will he do what’s expedient? I mean, I know vamps and weres have this long history of warfare between the species.”

  “Navarro isn’t one to make ‘expedient’ decisions. Hell, I’d second him if he did in this case. But Navarro’s…deep, likes to consider things before he acts. Now, if it were up to me…”

  “I know, you’d have poor Max’s were-head mounted on the wall.”

  “Poor Max?” Quentin grinned. He couldn’t help it. The thought of Max’s head glowering above the mantle cheered him considerably. But Darcy’s darkening expression had him saying, “You think I’d want that ugly mug of his preserved?”

  “Quentin! This isn’t funny. I’m scared.” The frown still marring her brow, Darcy played with a button on the front of his shirt. “I don’t get why you’re so set against him.”

  “I have my reasons,” he said, folding her upper body closer to his chest.

  “Well, that certainly fills in the blanks.” Her nose nuzzled his neck, and she sighed. “You know, it’s not fair that you have this long past I don’t know anything about.”

  “Ask me anything,” he said, his voice gruff. “I’ll tell you what I can.”

  She leaned away. “Really?”

  Quentin hadn’t realized how important the issue was until her expression softened and her eyes grew moist. He cupped her face between his palms. “I’m yours, Darcy,” he whispered fiercely, “body, soul, and endless history. I’ll bore you to tears with the retelling of all the mundane facts of my misspent youth.”

  Despite the moisture welling in her eyes, Darcy’s lips curved in a wry smile. “I know I won’t be bored. Just finding out how you first met Dylan will likely be enough to satisfy my curiosity for weeks.” A shadow crossed her face. “But not now. I’m a little tired.”

  Downplaying his worry, he smiled. “Come rest a while with me?”

  “You just got out of bed.”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll hold you.”

  “You know what that usually leads to,” Darcy said, arching a brow.

  “Have I been too demanding?” he asked, his tone mild, knowing she’d rise once again to the bait.

  “Not at all, as you damn well know.” She swatted his chest with her open palm. “I’m frustrated as hell!”

  He leaned toward her and nuzzled her ear. “Haven’t I pleased you?” he growled.

  Her breath hitched, and she groaned. “You know you have. Your mouth makes me crazy—the fact my belly’s so big I ca
n’t watch you drives me even crazier. But I want to please you, too.”

  “Soon enough, love,” he said, wishing he had her turned so he could rub his aching cock against her bottom for relief. As it was, her belly prevented any contact. “This never-ending erection is my penance.”

  “Why do you owe a penance?”

  He shuttered his expression from her knowing glance.

  But she was too attuned to his moods. Her head tilted and she smoothed a hand over his cheek. “I know it’s hard for you. This isn’t your child. I don’t blame you a bit for being resentful.”

  He closed his eyes. “This child will be ours in every way except its conception.” He meant it. He really did.

  “I know that.” She touched his forehead. “You know that.” Then she placed her hand on his chest. “But your heart doesn’t. Don’t feel guilty about the way you feel.” Her eyes shone with love and acceptance.

  Funny, sometimes he thought he could see his whole world in her eyes.

  “Everything will be all right,” she said softly. “You’ll see.”

  He turned his head and placed a kiss in her palm, too overcome for the moment to reply.

  Another movement in her belly distracted him. This time it felt like the baby rolled inside her.

  Darcy grimaced and moaned softly.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “My back aches, and I’ve been having…twinges.”

  His heart stilled. “Is it the baby? Is it coming?”

  “I think so.”

  “You think so?” he asked, panic rising to constrict his throat. “How long have you known?”

  “Since mid-afternoon—I thought a walk might help quicken this whole thing.”

  “You knew you were in labor and you went for a walk alone?” This time he shouted.

  “Uh huh,” Darcy admitted, a smug little smile tilting one side of her mouth. That expression looked familiar.

  “Fucking hell!” I’m in a panic—and she’s smirking at me! “Quick,” he said, turning her to walk back to The Compound, “we need to get you to the hospital.”

  Darcy laughed and grabbed for his hand. “There’s no rush. I’ve been timing the contractions.”