a sinfully sexy scowl on his face, like he was annoyed that I’d kept him
waiting. His eyes drank me in before flashing gold. My skin flushed, heat
pooled low in my belly, and I silently cursed.
“Remember what I told you about smelling like a rare piece of steak?
Lock your horny thoughts down, Savannah,” Sam chided.
Balling my fists, I tried to channel my embarrassment and irritation and
turn it into calm. I failed.
“Did you know he’d be here?” I seethed through clenched teeth, hoping
my anger would mask the heat under my skin.
She smirked. “Of course. He told me to make sure I took some of the
fight out of you.”
Funny. I was just getting started.
2
Jaxson
Savannah Caine burst through the back door of the warehouse and out
into the deep yellow-orange light and shadows of the parking lot.
She stopped short and fixed me with a venomous glare that sent my blood
pulsing.
Striped thigh-high stockings sheathed her long legs, offering a delicious
stretch of skin that disappeared into the trim of her black racing shorts. She
wore a vivid pink top with Hell on Wheels emblazoned across the front. It
was low cut, and beads of perspiration glistened on her chest.
I could smell it, and I wanted to push her up against the wall to taste it. I
dug my claws into my folded arms to get control.
Fuck. This was why I’d stayed away.
Sam stepped out beside her and flashed me a reproachful look.
As if I needed reminding that she was off limits. Savannah was a LaSalle
—a member of the twisted family that had gotten my sister Stephanie killed.
And as if death and destruction somehow ran in their blood, Savannah had
slain Billy, my sister’s fated mate.