Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

and fluttered her eyelashes, feeling pretty silly. She couldn’t very well admit she planned to beat the crap out of the guy if he touched her or kill him if he threatened Jesse.
    “Calhoun put plenty of security guards on the place,” Brian assured her. “No one can get in here. I’ll make certain a couple of them escort you to your car every morning when you get off work.”
    “You and I both know security guards aren’t always the best, Brian.”
    He shook his head. “You don’t have to worry. Calhoun hired the real deal, not the rent-a-cop version.
    These men know what they’re doing—at least that’s what Calhoun said.”
    Saber made her smile even brighter. “Thanks, Brian. I really appreciate your reassuring me. I won’t do anything stupid like that again. I feel much better now that I’ve talked with you about this.” She was going to have to find another way to draw out the caller and assess the threat.

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    Brian grinned at her, obviously relieved now that she was cooperating with him. He turned away to take the phone calls and she slumped back in her chair and began her Night Siren show.

    Jess paced the length of the living room and open foyer, back and forth, back and forth, thrusting powerfully at the wheels of his racing chair. Saber had been asleep eight hours now; if he didn’t hear her stirring soon he was going to wake her up. And not so gently at that. What had she been thinking last night? Daring some nut to call her. Inviting him to do so.It was just like her.
    What had Logan said this morning? Brian had followed her home from the station last night.Why? What was going on between them?
    “What are you doing down there?” Saber demanded, leaning her mop of curls over the banister.
    “Practicing for some kind of race? Wearing holes in carpets?”
    “We don’t have a carpet,” he pointed out. No one should look that sexy when they first woke up.
    Everything went out of his head, leaving a burning desire to pull her into his arms, take possession right there.
    “Who needs a carpet, you’re making train tracks,” she laughed, sweeping a hand through her unruly hair, the action pulling her nightshirt taut across her breasts.
    Jess let his breath out slowly. “Very funny. Little comedian, aren’t you? Get down here.”
    She grinned at him, a saucy, teasing grin. “I don’t think so, Jesse. You sound like a grumpy old bear again. Patsy call?”
    “I’d like to get my hands on you.” He meant it as a threat but a vivid picture of her writhing naked beneath him rose up to taunt him. He groaned aloud. Time was catching up with Saber Wynter fast.
    “Yeah?” she challenged, tilting her chin, blue eyes dancing with mischief. “What’d I do this time? Leave my nylons hanging in your private bathroom?Did your midnight caller find them and get angry?”
    “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he asked.
    Her foot slid over the bottom railing, calling attention to her bare legs. “If I’m getting to you, I’m having a great time.” She laughed at his pained expression.
    “Will you get down here?” he demanded, exasperated.
    “I need a shower. And I have to dress. It wouldn’t do to have Patsy catch me parading around in my night things.”
    “I could care less if Patsy walks in. Damn it, Saber, I’m running out of patience.”
    “Oooh!” Dramatically she clutched at her heart. “I’m so scared!”
    Jess couldn’t help himself, he burst out laughing. “You’re such a brat. I’m coming up.”
    “No!” Alarmed, Saber caught at the banister. “I’ll be right down. Really, Jesse, I promise. Five Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
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    He wanted to kiss that look right off her face. She could wreak havoc with his body so easily. “All right.” He conceded her the time grudgingly. How was he ever going to gain the upper hand with her, when all it took to wrap him around her little finger was a flashing look from her blue eyes?
    He entered the kitchen to make her fresh coffee. Upstairs the water went on and he found himself smiling. She took more showers than anyone he knew. The smile faded as the image of the radio station’s night soundman rose up.
    Brian Hutton. Tall, muscular, good looking, he was twenty-seven years old, closer to Saber’s age. At least he thought so. He didn’t even know her age. How close were they?