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And she never wanted him to let her go. She wanted to spend eternity, right here, with the steamy water surrounding them, and Seth buried inside her.
I love you. She mouthed the words against the wound she had reopened, where shoulder and neck met, where her lips pressed a kiss to the reddened area and she closed her eyes tight. She loved him until her heart was breaking with it, and she still had no idea if his response to her was love, lust or the mating heat.
The next day, there were still no answers to solve the mystery of Seth’s heart, or of her attacker. The morning sped by; Seth’s meetings took up most of the morning and early afternoon before lunch. Later, Seth needed a shower. With her, of course. The playfulness he displayed eased the fear shadowing her, and Dawn let herself live, just for the moment.
She blocked the memories as much as possible and hid her awareness of the shadows creeping closer in her mind.
The knock at the suite door came as they were dressing early that evening. The investigator for the death of Andrew Breyer needed to speak to Seth immediately. He was due back on the mainland and he needed to complete his statements.
Styx was less than polite as he relayed that information to Seth. “He’s goin’ tae piss me righ’ off,” he snapped, his brogue thick. “Get his arse off the island afore I slice his dandy li’l throat.”
The investigator was still pushing at Mercury, and from all accounts, Mercury might have pushed back a time or two by targeting the female investigator and keeping her off balance with hungry eyes and little growls. But there was no arrest, because there was no evidence. Hopefully, the investigation Dash and Callan were conducting on the side would find more answers.
That was her hope as she moved to the closet and began to dress for the upcoming party they would attend directly after Seth’s meeting with the investigator.
As Dawn pulled another uniform from the small closet she was using now, Seth took it from her hands, tossed it back in without hanging it up, then pulled her to his closet.
“Those were my clothes. Am I going naked today?” She was wearing another pair of the panties he had given her. Violet silk thongs as soft as air. At the back between the rise of her buttocks was a single little bow that he seemed to be fond of.
“No, but I’m tired of those uniforms.” He pulled her into the huge walk-in closet, where she stopped in surprise. One side was women’s clothes, all in her size.
“How did you do this?”
A grin tugged at his lips. “I’m smart that way. Now, find something pretty. We have another of those damned parties in an hour or so anyway and I want to dance with my woman.”
My woman. The words shouldn’t have sent a thrill racing up her spine, but they did.
“Come on, Dawn, you know what pretty clothes are. I’ve seen you wearing them at Sanctuary functions and you look damned good in them.”
She loved pretty clothes; she just didn’t have many. Not because she couldn’t afford them, but because she had no place to wear them. No one she wanted to impress, and impressing herself had always seemed a waste of time, especially when all she did was train to fight.
She moved to the rack of clothes. Dresses of every sort hung in a long line. Then jeans and blouses, T-shirts and sporty tops. What wasn’t here probably hadn’t been invented yet or wasn’t worth having.
Beneath the clothes were rows upon rows of shoes in protective clear boxes. And they were all her size.
“You’re trying to spoil me,” she murmured, keeping her back to him to hide her reaction to the gift.
“I’m still seducing you.” He kissed her shoulder, a smile curling his lips as he pressed them to her flesh.
“Hmm, so what are you after other than what you’ve had already?” She turned to him, her brow arching as he stared down at her, that sexy little half grin tilting his lips, his gray eyes swirling with whatever emotions he kept within himself.
Didn’t he know he already had all of her?
“You—” He touched her nose with his index finger “—have no clue. Now, see how fast you can make me drool with one of those dresses. I’m betting I can hold out all of ten seconds.”
“Think you can make it ten seconds, do you?” She fingered a bronze “almost there” dress. So soft and buttery she was certain she’d barely feel it against her flesh. It was short, the back low, the straps strappy, the bodice obviously snug, and low as well.
Seth looked at the dress and swallowed tightly. “Five seconds?” he said faintly.
Her lips twitched. “I’ll get dressed.”
She pulled the dress from the rack and bent to pick up the strappy high heels that went with it.
“You have matching panties,” he said hoarsely. “They have a bow at the back too.”
He did like those bows.
Dawn gave a low, light laugh, surprised at how lighthearted the sound was. For a moment, a few short moments, she’d forgotten the events of the day before and allowed herself to be free. Just free.
