Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

Saber immediately. Saber stood at Jess’s side, her hand in his as they moved through the crowd to their table. Jess ordered her usual 7UP and orange juice without a murmur, one of the many things she appreciated about him. Saber never touched alcoholic beverages and normally her dates acted almost offended by it, or treated her as if she were a child who needed coaxing. Jess simply took her preference in stride.
    The band was good, playing a mixture of rock and roll and slow romantic tunes.
    “Jess. How good to see you.” The voice came from behind them, startling her. Saber hadn’t been aware of anyone approaching, and that was disconcerting. Normally, she was aware of everything. Her heart jumped and then began a quick hammer in her chest. She turned to see a couple right behind her, so close she could have touched them. Too close to have slipped her notice. She hadn’t scented them, felt their energy or rhythm, and her radar hadn’t gone off. Her heart sank. Jess had to be shielding them.
    “Ken. Mari.” Jess held out his hand to the man.
    Ken was covered completely in scars. It looked as though someone had sliced him into little pieces. He seemed as tough as steel, and his eyes were ice cold and watchful. Mari looked small beside him, but the way she moved was a dead giveaway.
    These were GhostWalkers, not just friends of Jess. He had called in his team. She should have known he’d realize someone was watching them. She should have anticipated that he’d call on his friends. She was slipping, and now she was virtually surrounded by the enemy.
    Jess caught her hand and tugged until she was beside him, so close she could feel his warmth. “Saber, these are good friends of mine. Ken and Mari Norton. They’re newlyweds, so expect them to suddenly gaze into each other’s eyes and forget we’re here. Ken, Mari, this is my Saber.”
    Deliberately Saber forced a smile, studying the other woman, trying to place her, trying to figure out if they’d ever been in the same compound. Whitney had several training facilities and he liked to keep the girls in groups, but he separated the groups and introduced different training techniques in an effort to find what worked best. She’d never seen Mari before, but there was no doubt she was a soldier, a GhostWalker.
    Saber stuck her hand out, her breath catching in her lungs—waiting. Would they take her hand? Did Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    they know? If Whitney had sent them to retrieve her, they’d hesitate or find some excuse not to touch her.They’d fear even her touch.
    Mari took her hand immediately, a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s so good to meet you.”
    Ken not only took her hand, but covered it with his other one. If they knew about her, they were too good to show fear.“So you’re the woman who has finally put Jess in his place.”
    For a moment she thought she hadn’t heard right. “It’s not like that…,” she began to protest, but Jess reached up and took her hand right out of Ken’s and kissed the center of her palm, his gaze locked with hers.She lost her train of thought.
    “She’s the one,” Jess admitted. “She’ll deny it, but that’s because she’s an outrageous little liar.We were just about to dance.”
    Ken leaned close to him. His voice was a pseudo-whisper. “It was Mari who dragged me here too.I sympathize greatly.”
    Mari smiled and shook her head. “I can’t dance at all. Ken loves it.”
    Ken wrapped his arm around her waist and took her out onto the dance floor. She slipped easily into his arms. They didn’t dance so much as hold one another and sway.
    Jess’s black gaze burned possessively over Saber. He glided easily onto the floor and held out his hand to her. Saber’s smile was slow, unconsciously sexy, blue eyes clinging to his. She slid onto his lap, circling his neck with her slender arms, slowly relaxing against the wall of his chest, head on his shoulder.
    Jess’s hand slid up her back, his other swaying the racing chair to the slow, sensuous rhythm of the music.
    She was unbearably soft, her skin hot through the thin separation of their clothing. Their hearts beat together, his body stirring to a fierce arousal all too noticeable against the back of her bare thigh. She smelled fresh and sweet and Jess couldn’t resist sliding his tongue along her neck, tasting soft, scented skin. His teeth nipped experimentally, the hand at her back drawing