Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

incredibly small and feminine, her huge eyes so drowsy they seemed to be an open invitation to temptation. She looked like sin and sex to him, all rolled up together, and his body responded in the now-familiar way, hard and aching with a demand he was afraid would never quite be sated.
    “My willpower is dwindling away,” he muttered.
    “What?” Saber looked more confused than ever. “Jesse, you are making absolutely no sense. Not that I think you make much sense anyway, but it’s only noon. Noon is the same to me as three in the morning is to someone else. I am in deep sleep mode. I don’t care how cute you think you are, go away and stop bothering me.”
    “Stop complaining and get down here. Patsy’s on her way.” Cute? She found him cute? Like some teddy bear. That was worse than if she’d called him sweet. He was going to show her cute if she kept looking at him like that.

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    “Patsy?” Saber groaned and shook her head. “Oh, Jess, no. I cannot take your sister on no sleep. She thinks I’m ten and you’re a pervert out to ruin my virtue.”
    “Well, don’t feel bad. Usually she thinks the woman is a vamp and is after my virtue so really, you’re the lucky one this time.”
    She sat at the top of the stairs, smoothing her shirt tail over her knees, her hair wild and her lashes drooping. “Poor Patsy. She’s always trying to look out for someone. I like her, I really do, but she’s…”
    She stopped, searching for the right word to describe his older sister.
    He found himself smiling. She always managed to make him smile. “A stick of dynamite? Come on, baby, grab a shower and eat something. By the time she gets here, you’ll be in great shape.”
    “I’m never in great shape around Patsy,” she muttered. “Can’t we pretend I’m not here? I could stay up here sleeping.” Patsy was wonderful and so loving, but she wanted to take care of Saber. No one had ever tried to take care of her. She was a very solitary person and the people around her had always avoided touching her—with good reason. Patsy, however, had no idea of personal space. She hugged and kissed and generally tried to run Saber’s life—in the nicest way possible of course, and maybe that was the biggest problem. Saber was growing too fond of her as well.
    “And leave me to face her alone?” Jess scoffed. “No way. Not a chance in hell. Get dressed and get your very awesome ass down here.” Jess rubbed his shadowed jaw thoughtfully. “I’d better shave.”
    “Jesse,” she wailed, trying not to be pleased at his “awesome ass” comment. “Why drag me into this?
    She’s your sister.” He looked good. He brought such sunshine into her life. And he made her feel special, as if he couldn’t deal with life without her. She wanted him. Wanted him. Ached for him.
    “You’re my housekeeper. Helping out with guests is part of your job. Now stop being a little complainer and get down here.”
    Saber forced a glare when she wanted to laugh, just because he was incredibly beautiful and he wasn’t holding a grudge over the way she’d tried to stab him. “You owe me big time for this, Jesse.”
    Jess regretfully turned his back on her, although the sight of her lingered in his mind. Saber couldn’t have been more beautiful if she had spent all day locked in a beauty parlor with a team of makeup experts.
    The sight of her slender, bare legs and fresh, soft skin put far too many erotic thoughts in his head.
    Saber was falling in love with him, she just didn’t know it. He rubbed his jaw, hoping he was right. He was happy around her. He loved their strange conversations and her causes. He liked watching the expressions chase across her face. She had to be falling in love with him. She was running in every direction but the one she should be. She belonged with him, and whether it was the right time or not for either of them, he was going to make certain she stayed where she belonged.

    Patsy Calhoun was tall with a woman’s curvy figure, a generous mouth, and rich dark hair spilling around her face in a soft feminine sweep emphasizing her cheekbones. Normally she was smiling and looked sophisticated and in absolute control, but when Saber opened the door, she was leaning against the wall in tears.
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