Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

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    warn her he was close. She realized she was holding her breath. She inhaled and took the scent of him into her lungs. Deep inside, her body sizzled and burned in an unfamiliar way. Fear shimmered through her, not at the prospect of this man attempting to force her compliance, but because as rough and scarred as he was, he filled her senses and mind with a sensual heat she couldn't ignore.

    Tansy pushed the vegetables into his hands. His thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her forearm, a long stroke that had to be deliberate. Her gaze jumped to his. "I don't like to be touched."

    "You shouldn't have such beautiful skin then," he answered, sounding completely unrepentant and not in the least perturbed by her reprimand, when, truthfully, he was shocked that he'd let his guard down so far with her that he was acting out of character.

    Tansy shook her head. "Don't try to flirt with me, not when you've come up here determined to drag me back down into evil."

    A slow smile changed his entire face, softened every hard line, lit up the blue of his eyes, and changed his mouth from that hint of cruelty to pure sensuality. "Honey, if I was going to flirt with you, you'd know it. That was the pure truth, whether you want to hear it or not." And touching her had shocked the hell out of him.

    It wasn't a few butterflies reacting, an entire forest of them took flight in her stomach.
    "You were flirting," she said accusingly, frowning at him.

    His smile widened as he turned away to the small table where he took the chopping board from her along with the knife. "Maybe. A little. But you do have beautiful skin."

    "Thank you." Tansy fired up the gas stove and put on water for rice. "I have to work tonight. And you can't come. You'll scare my cougar away."

    "She follows you. I found her tracking you through the trees down to the waterfall. She's dangerous, Tansy."

    "The whole world is dangerous."

    "Say my name."

    She touched her teeth to her lower lip and shrugged. "Kadan, then. Why does it matter?"

    His blue black eyes flicked over her. "I matter, that's why."

    The way he handled t e
    h knife with efficiency, chopping vegetables for stir-fry while she pulled her frying pan out of the locked chest where she kept her cooking pots, seemed to fascinate her. He noticed she couldn't stop watching the movements of his hands, so fast they nearly blurred, each stroke deliberate, and maybe he was showing off a little.
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    Chagrined at behaving like a kid with his first crush, Kadan forced himself to focus on his mission.

    "The first time you helped the police find a serial killer, you were only thirteen years old.
    What in the world made you do such a thing?" he asked. "Especially when the cost to you was so high." He turned to look at her. "You do more than i s mply pick up an object and
    know what a person was thinking and feeling, you're an empath. Why would a teenager ever put herself in a position such as tracking killers? That made no sense to me." And how could your family allow it ? The thought spilled out before he could ce s n or it.

    Her head snapped up and she glared at hi ,
    m proving she could pick up his thoughts. "My family understood my reasons, and unlike you, they believe in free will."

    "So you also are telepathic. Apparently that talent didn't get knocked out of your head in that climbing accident."

    She didn't even blink, but flicked him a look of censure from under her long lashes.
    "Apparently not."

    She was cool under fire, he had to give her that. "Just how many talents do you have?"

    She shrugged. "How many do you ha e
    v ?"

    He flashed her another smile. "Good girl. Don t give away too m
    '
    uch to the enemy." He
    heated a small amount of oil and tossed in the chopped vegetables. "I'm not, you know."

    "My enemy? Maybe not, but I'm listening to everything you say, and I think you're prepared to use force to try to get me to track your killer."

    "You really don't pull your punches, do you?"

    "Why would I? You came up here with your own agenda. You don't really care what y m
    reasons are for not cooperating. My reasons don't matter to you, and quite frankly, neither do I. As long as you get the job done, that's what is important to