Ghostwalker 03 - Night Game

your fault. You shouldn’t have given me keys.”

    He laughed as they made another turn onto marshland, the airboat slowing to go over the watery land.

    “What are you doing, you crazy man?”

    His hand brushed hers until their fingers tangled together. “We’ve got a tail, Flame. He’s havin’ a hell of a tryin’ to keep up with us, but he’s following for sure.”

    “Who is it? I could jump off here and wait for him,” she offered, all business.

    “With your one arm?”

    “Don’t you worry about me, Raoul. I can take care of myself, one arm or not. You keep that in mind the next time you want to try smacking my bare bottom.”

    “Damn, cher .” He grinned at her, almost making her heart stop. “You’re giving me a hard-on just thinking about your pretty little ass. Now’s no time to be gettin’ me all hot and bothered.”

    “Will you be serious? This is the perfect place for me ambush him.” She pulled her hand away from his and curled her fingers around the hilt of her knife.

    His grin widened. “You’re so damned sexy, sugah. I love it when you talk dirty.”

    “Raoul! Swing back around and let him get close enough so we can see who we’re dealing with.”

    “I know who it is, I recognize the boat and the way he drives it. That’s Vicq Comeaux.
    He’s about as mean as they come, but he isn’t part of any of this.” Gator took the airboat back to the open water and poured on the gas so that they left the second boat far behind.

    “He tried to kill you.”

    He nodded. “So did you. It seems to be a hazard I have to deal with quite often.”

    She frowned at him. “Maybe you should brush up on your people skills.” She glanced back at the boat. “Really. Raoul, let me have a go at him. He could creep up behind you someday and you’d never see it coming.”

    His arm circled her neck, drawing her close enough that he could find her mouth again, kissing her hard and deep. “That’s what I love most. You’re such a blood thirsty little wench.”

    “Do you ever take anything seriously?” she demanded.

    He pulled back to look into her eyes. The grin disappeared and something dark and cold and lethal crept into his eyes. “I take what James Parsons did to you seriously. And I take what Whitney did to you very seriously. Don’ you worry, cher , when it counts, I’m deadly serious.”

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    Nonny hugged Flame, dragged her into the house, and clucked over her broken arm.
    “Did Gator take care of you, cher?” she asked, with a quick smile for her grandson.

    Flame blushed, uncertain what Raoul’s grandmother was asking. Surely she wasn’t inquiring as to whether or not he’d taken care of her sexual needs? It didn’t help that Raoul pressed against her back, his breath warm on the nape of her neck, both hands cupping her bottom right through her tight jeans. She smiled at Nonny and slapped at Gator’s hands behind her back.

    “He was—unbelievable.” She found herself stammering.

    “Unbelievable?” Wyatt echoed, his eyebrow shooting up. “He was unbelievable?”

    Flame’s color deepened and she cast him a glare. “Astonishing.” That was worse. What was the matter with her? It wasn’t her fault, Raoul was distracting her with his roaming hands. He had a fixation with her butt and she was going to have to do something mean right there in his grandmother’s home if he didn’t stop. Did one get aroused in front of other people? She never had, but then that was before she met the Cajun king of perverts.

    Gator put his lips against her ear. “Mind-blowing?” He helped her out. “Or maybe that was you.”

    Flame cleared her throat. “I couldn’t believe how attentive he was last night, Ms.
    Fontenot.”

    Wyatt burst out laughing. He nudged his brother “You were attentive . Just how attentive were you?”

    “Remember, cher , you were going to call me Nonny.”

    “Yes, of course.” Her temperature was rising right along with her color. It was so hot she wanted to fan herself. She kicked backward with her heel, driving it into Gator’s calf with a satisfying thud. “Thank you so much for the clothes, Nonny. They fit beautifully, even the shoes.”

    Gator’s breath exploded out of his lungs and his hands came down on her shoulders hard. At least she knew where they were and he couldn’t distract