Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

inevitably, he grew rough and hard, plunging deeper and faster, riding her with everything he was. It didn't matter that he took them both over the edge again. His body might be temporarily sated, but his mind would never be. Touching her, loving her, was a miracle.

    He curled his body around hers, his arm possessively around her waist, and listened to her breathing. He could spend a lifetime holding her close. He waited, there in the dark, with the scent of cinnamon and sex hanging in the air, until she was in a deep sleep. Very gently he pressed a kiss against the nape of her neck and removed her hand from over the top of his. Rolling carefully off the bed, he pulled on his jeans and a shirt and dragged his belt with his weapons and a few supplies around his waist, before slipping out of the room.

    Ryland was waiting for him in the hall. "Took you long enough."

    "I wanted to make certain she was s
    a leep in case this goes bad."
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    Ryland nodded. "We'll have to make entry from outside. He's barricaded the door."

    Kadan shrugged. "He's not stupid, but he's so full of shit. He's up to his ears in h
    W itney's
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    m ss. The wife is clean though. I could read her and she despises Whitney. I think the only real source of contention in their marriage has been Whitney."

    "So she wanted to take Tansy to a different doctor and her husband refused," Ryland said. "I wonder why he would do that." He frowned and leaned close to Kadan, sniffing.
    "Cinnamon?"

    "Shut the hell up." Kadan snapped and pushed past him.

    Ryland took another whiff and gave a low whistle. "You smell yummy. I'm getting hungry. Maybe cinnamon buns."

    Kadan flipped him off rudely.

    Nico stood waiting by the front door. As always he was their backup. He frowned when the two GhostWalkers got close. "What the hell is that smell?"

    "Kadan's new spicy cologne."

    "Go to hell.Rye ," Kadan said and shot him a look that should have withered him on the spot. "Both of you can go to hell"

    "I think his blood sugar's dropping," Ryland explained. "Must have been all the cinnamon candy he got tonight."

    Nico put on an innocent face. "That woman of yours smells a little like cinnamon."

    "Makes you hungry, doesn't it?" Ryland said.

    "Yep. Can't wait to tell Dahlia about this one. The ice man gets all hot and bothered around cinnamon spice. Who would have guessed?"

    "Don't make me shoot you." Kadan yanked open the front door. "Because I'll do you both in a heartbeat and never look back."

    Ryland smirked at him, not in the least intimidated. He began humming a tune overly loud under his breath.

    Kadan shot him a look of intense irritation. "What are you doing now?"

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    Nico sang the lyrics while Ryland hummed. " Iwanna live with a cinnamon girl …"

    "I really am going to shoot you both." Kadan shook his head.

    They'd never let him live it down. By tomorrow both of the clowns were going to buy him a Neil Young album with the song "Cinnamon Girl" on it. He shook his head and kept his grin to himself. He'd probably play it too, but hell if he'd ever tell either of them that.

    He gave a small salute to Tucker, who was making the rounds and emerged out of the bushes as if he'd just materialized.

    "Everything's quiet. Gator ditched the Humvee on the other side of town. He'll be back in a while," Tucker said.

    Ryland nudged him. "You smell love in the air, Tucker?"

    Tucker inhaled. "Kadan. Man. High-five me, bro."

    "I'm going to make everyone of you eat those smiles," Kadan groused and pushed through them to stalk around to the side of the house, ignoring the soft, taunting laughter that followed him.

    He crouched just below the window of the bedroom they'd given Don and Sharon Meadows. It was time to pay the man a little visit. They'd told him the window was wired, but there was no alarm on, not until Kadan knew exactly what he was dealing with. Just in case Don had his own method of alarms, he checked all around the window and listened for the telltale hum of a live wire. It was silent, other than a few soft snores from Tansy's