Psy & Changelings 09 - Play of Passion

her body tightened in anticipation, but he released his hold on the arms of the chair and moved around to sit across from her.
    “You still carry my scent in your skin.”
    She closed her hands hard on the chair arms to get herself under control. “It’ll fade.” Pain and an untamed, unnamed emotion flared within her even as she spoke.
    “I’ve got you in my skin, too,” he said in a tone that she couldn’t read, before pushing a code on the little touch pad sitting to the side. “I hope you don’t mind, but I placed an order for both of us earlier. I wanted to be able to talk to you without interruptions.”
    Unsure how to read his behavior, she said, “That’s fine,” and watched as the door opened to admit an attendant dressed in a smart black suit. Rolling in the serving cart, the slender man placed it quietly by the side of the table. “You’re certain you do not wish for me to stay, sir?”
    “No, we’ll manage.”
    The man left with a nod to both Drew and Indigo.
    Rising, Drew lifted off a cover to place a plate of delicacies in front of her. “I thought you’d like a choice of starters.”
    Starting to feel an odd prickling at the back of her neck—as if she’d walked unawares into a trap—Indigo nonetheless picked up an artwork of a pastry and popped it into her mouth as he retrieved his own plate. The flavors exploded on her tongue in a burst of sweetness and spice. “Delicious.”
    Drew’s smile was sharp, satisfied . . . and something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on but that made her wolf growl in warning as he murmured, “Good.”
    Deciding to take the bull by the horns, she allowed him to pour the wine before saying, “So, what’s this about?”
    “I’m leaving the pack.”
    Her heart skipped a beat before she narrowed her eyes. “Uh-huh.”
    He gave her a crooked smile. “No joke. I spoke to WinterFire in North Dakota. They’re willing to welcome me into the fold.”
    WinterFire was a strong, but much, much smaller pack. “And what will you do in WinterFire?” She wasn’t buying it, not for an instant.
    “Same thing I do here.”
    “You’ll be bored out of your skull.” The breadth of their territory suited his skills particularly well.
    Drew shrugged. “I’m willing to take that risk.”
    Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward and saw his gaze dip to her cleavage. He didn’t even bother to pretend he wasn’t checking her out as she said, “Cut the crap, Drew. What’re you really up to?” Her breasts suddenly felt too tight, too confined, her skin hot and aching.
    Putting down his glass, Drew lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m serious, Indigo.” Solemn words.
    For the first time, she felt a hint of uncertainty. “Are you insane? We can’t afford to lose one of the strongest males in the pack! Not to mention our tracker!”
    “I want you,” he said with a blunt honesty that made her mind spin. “And you want me.”
    Since her entire body was aflame at his proximity—to the point where he had to be able to scent her arousal—she could hardly deny that. “I’m not following your logic.”
    “Far as I can see,” he murmured, stroking her flushed breasts with his gaze, “only two things are keeping us apart. The first is the fact that you don’t think our union would be good for the health of the pack.”
    “Removing yourself from the pack won’t exactly help the situation.”
    “Yes,” he said, his tone intent, “it will. You won’t have to worry about confusion when it comes to the hierarchy—and WinterFire is happy for me to continue to work with SnowDancer as necessary.”
    Hearing the rational argument, she felt her wolf’s claws dig into her skin, not in anger, but in a strange, wild panic. “You’ve thought this out.”
    A muscle pulled taut in his jaw. “Yeah, I have. Because I’m not walking away from us, Indigo. I don’t care how hard I have to fight you.”
    She curled her hand into a fist under the table. “You said two things. What’s the second?”
    “Your mule-headedness.”
    Scrunching up her napkin, she threw it at him. “ My mule-headedness? I’m not the one who refuses to accept that we’re over!”
    Having caught the napkin without effort, Drew put it down on the table. “Is that what you really want, Indy?”
    “Of course! I don’t go around saying things I don’t mean.”
    He got up, walking around and behind her while she remained in place—courtesy of her “mule-headedness.”