Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

paradise, loving him as no one else had ever done or could do. She was such a damned miracle.

    He bent his head to hers, uncaring that her parents watched, uncaring that his friends could probably see the caveman desperation in him. The claiming. The possession. The love that he couldn't hide. This was coming home. Her soft mouth, hot as hell, sexy as could be. He closed his eyes and savored the cinnamon taste of her. It wasn't enough. It never would be. His hands slipped to her shoulders, ran down the sides of her body to rest on her hips, fingers digging deep to pull her close against him. The true miracle was—she kissed him back. She didn't step away, she pushed tight against him, pliant and soft and yielding, as if she belonged.

    Thank you, for bringing my parents home safe. And for keeping your promise that you'd o
    c me back to me.

    You never have to worry about that, baby, I'll always come back to you . And God help them both, he meant it.

    Reluctantly he lifted his head, searching her eyes for a moment, needing to feel the connection between them when, without her touch, he felt so much empty space between him and his emotions. He couldn't quite bridge that gap without her.

    Tansy tugged at his shirt. "Take it off. I need to see."

    If she'd said she wanted to see, he might have ignored her, but the need in her voice, in her mind, in the stark admission, had him pulling the shirt one-handed over his head and removing the vest. His chest was one black and purple bruise.

    Behind him,Sharon gasped. "Watson was going to shoot me," she whispered, her ringers going to her trembling lips. "I saw him aim for my head. I didn't realize he shot you."

    Tansy closed her eyes for a moment, her fingers barely touching the massive bruise on his chest. For my mother ?

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    She knew he didn't believe in her parents' innocence.

    You took this for my mother ? She looked up at him, love and awe mixed in her expression with pride and something so sexy he wanted to throw her on the floor and bury himself deep.

    Kadan was so out of his depth he didn't know how to respond. Hell no, he hadn't done it for her mother—he'd taken the bullet for her. For Tansy. Okay, maybe it had been instinctive on his part, protecting the package, but if he had to think about it, he'd say the risk was all for his woman. He was so far from a saint it wasn't funny, but if taking a bullet made her look at him like he was the best man in the world, he'd do it again.

    It's nothing, Tansy. I'm perfectly fine . He skimmed his mouth from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth, scowled, touched his tongue to the side of her mouth, and pulled back with suspicion at the coppery flavor.

    "What have you been doing?"

    She couldn't help the small guilty look she shot Tucker and Ian. Kadan followed the shift in her gaze, and his hands slid up over her hips to her waist. "You're in trouble."

    Why in the world that sent a little electrical thrill through her, Tansy didn't know, but suddenly her breasts ached and she felt the familiar dampness between her legs.

    "I had to make certain…" She trailed off at the look in his eyes.

    Kadan caught her chin and tipped her face up. "You don't take risks. Do you understand me? You don't risk yourself like that. If you wanted to know, you could have waited for e
    m ."

    He looked tired, weary, covered in blood, his chest black and blue, but his gaze held hers, steady and firm. Tansy smiled at him, leaned her body a little into his. "I hear you.
    I'll be more careful."

    "Tansy,"Sharon said. "Please introduce us to these men. They certainly saved our lives.
    Thank you." She smiled at each of the men and they squirmed a little under the attention.
    "Thank you all so much. I don't even know your names. And Tansy, this man is obviously very special to you. Don't you think you should intro u d ce us?"

    Sharonlooked at Kadan as if he was a hero, but one glance at Don Meadows told Kadan that the man didn't have the same opinion of him. He sent Tansy's father a hard look. No, they weren't going to get along at all, but Daddy didn't realize Kadan didn't give a damn whether he was liked or not. Only whether the man meant harm to Tansy.

    "I'm sorry, Mom, I was just so happy that everyone managed to get out alive," Tansy said. "This is Kadan Montague, my…"
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