by Frank Tuttle
Suma’s eyes grew wide, but before she could get embarrassed, wondering if she had been seen skinny dipping, Rayne continued, pointing to her wet hair. “You’re wet. I assumed you went swimming.”
She relaxed, then sat on a chair and tucked her feet underneath her legs.
“So, what are your plans for this evening? I really need to get back to the park.”
Rayne stretched. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I’m sure the pit you fell in wasn’t the only one out there. Someone has obviously set traps for the wolf. I’m afraid other animals, or even people for that matter, are going to get hurt. We need to fill them in and find out who is doing it.”
He absently rubbed his hand over his stomach and caught her watching the motion. Interested? He wondered if she was as interested in him as he was of her.
“But first, I need a shower. I’ve been sleeping in a cave at the park while tracking you.”
“Tracking me?” Her eyebrows rose in surprise.
Rayne nodded. “Tracking the wolf. I’ll explain more about it later. Right now, a hot shower is calling my name.”
Rayne felt Suma’s gaze on him as he walked to the bathroom and closed the door. He showered quickly, his anger growing with every thought of the traps, vowing to have himself a heart-to-heart with whoever set them.
Once he was finished, he pulled his jeans out of his bag and slid them on. The bathroom was steaming from the hot water he had used to scrub the cave dirt from his skin, turning the small room into a sauna.
Feeling as though he would suffocate if he stood there a moment longer, he opened the door and stepped into the hall.
Suma’s gaze was tracking him again. Never had he been under such intense scrutiny. He kept his back to her while he dried his hair. Being in this small trailer with such a beautiful woman was stirring something primal, something fierce inside. It was making him edgy, taking all his control not to turn around and be all over her like a slip-n-slide.
Maybe he should have taken a cold shower, he thought as he laid the towel on the counter and ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it. Thankfully, they had a job to do and a reason to get out of the trailer. Rayne kept the thought foremost in his mind in an effort to soothe the inner turmoil of what his body wanted at the moment but couldn’t have.
“I’ll grab a shirt, then we’ll head out.”
Rayne walked toward the bedroom, not daring to look at Suma. If he saw in her eyes what he was feeling at that moment, they would never make it out the door.
Pulling a shirt over his head as he stepped back into the living room elicited a small sound from Suma, and he gritted his teeth, willing his ears and the lower half of his body to ignore it, though his mind was doing a happy dance. Yes. Definitely interested.
Closing the trailer door, Rayne took in a deep breath, glad to have a little distance between himself and Suma. He needed a distraction, badly.
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Table of Contents
The Cadaver Client: The Markhat Files, Book 4
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
