I could die tomorrow, and I refused to spend my last night on earth getting manipulated by a moonshine-guzzling Cajun.īesides, I wasn’t too shy. He was so cocky, I wanted-nay, needed-to wipe that grin off his face.

With a smug grin, he put his hands behind his head. “You can always go.” He propped his boots up on the table, easing back to balance his chair on two legs. He’d crossed the line by barging in here and taking a seat, and now he expected me to reward him for it? “You’re going to blackmail me?” Now it was a matter of principle. But me, I ain’t leaving until you admit how you feel.” “You need to leave so I can get dressed.” I cast him a baleful look, tightening my arms over my chest, sinking even lower in the bubbles. Unfortunately, they were a good five feet away. I’d set out a clean outfit-jeans, a sweater, an almost-matching bra and panty set. He’d scored moonshine? Taking a sip from it, he rasped, “Then you’re welcome to stand up and walk out.” “You doan like me here?” As his gaze leisurely roamed over me, he pulled a mason jar of clear liquid out of his backpack. He dragged out another chair, sinking his tall frame into it. “We’re goan to talk,” he said, his accent thick. He removed his jacket and hung it on a rickety chair to dry in front of the fire. Black locks whipped across his tanned face. He shook out his hair like an animal, sending little bites of cool water across my face and arms. I was so stunned by the intent look in his gray eyes that it took me a second to sputter, “O-out! Now!”Īs if I hadn’t spoken, he entered, shutting the door behind him, tossing his crossbow and backpack on the table. He stood in the doorway, dripping from rain. Shit! I ducked down in the tub, draping my arms over my breasts, hoping the suds covered everything lower. Jack was coming into the cabin? I’d never have time to reach my clothes.

Endless knight by kresley cole