A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

Bailey. Bailey. Bailey.

Only the memory of what he’d seen on his lover’s face, and the way she’d backed away from him, doubting, allowed him to finally let her go.

“Tomorrow,” he promised against her mouth, turning to leave before he could change his mind.

Davide was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, half a sandwich in his hand.

“Ready for that talk now?” Cam asked, putting a firm hand on the small of his back and guiding him toward the door before he could answer.

“See ya, Davide!” Mr. Olyphant shouted from the kitchen doorway. “I’ll be ready with that EMF detector when you get back. Ava’s showing me how to order it online.”

Davide waved back at him and Cam walked faster. “You aren’t—”

“No, of course not. He’s bored, that’s all.”

Cam steered them toward the car he’d borrowed from Bunny. “And what was today about?”

“Not what I expected. At all.”

“It’s not possible.”

“You think I don’t know that? How did the call go this morning?”

“It didn’t cover this.”

“I didn’t think it would. Which is why we need to call in one of those favors they owe you in Colorado.” Davide glanced back at the inn, his expression of yearning impossible to hide. “As soon as possible.”

Cam had been thinking the same thing. The Colorado alphas had been through multiple land disputes over the years that he’d resolved for them with a few monetary transactions, lawyers who knew their loopholes, and large amounts of paperwork. The packs might not like his methods, but he got the job done.

Right now, those decisions were looking like a damn good investment. The shifters in Colorado were the official record keepers of his kind, accumulating centuries of information about everything from births and deaths to pack laws and wars. If there were answers to be had regarding this inexplicable connection between Cam, Davide and Bailey, they were in Colorado.

“Hell. I didn’t want to get on a plane again for a while.”

He didn’t want to leave Bailey even for a day. But they needed answers and time was not on their side. How the hell could two different shifters be mated to the same human?

Chapter Seven

Don’t you love her madly?

Want to be her daddy?

“Five more minutes, Jim Morrison,” Bailey groaned into her pillow.

When the Doors lead singer wouldn’t stop crooning, she reached out blindly for the phone blaring from her bedside table.

“Hello?” she mumbled.

“Did I wake you?”

That voice. Bailey pressed her hips into the mattress reflexively, still half asleep and half aroused from the dreams she’d been having all night about Cam and Davide. “Whattimeisit?”

Cam laughed and she bit her lip to hold in her moan. “Around seven-thirty.”

“Seven-thirty?” She shot up to her knees, fumbling the phone before bringing it to her ear again. “In the morning?”

She never slept this late. But the sun shining through her small window told her he wasn’t joking. “Damn it, the muffins.”

The coffee and tea bar should already be set up on the trolley she kept in the kitchen. Muffins in their basket and the breakfast burritos needed to be set in the warming tray she’d gotten as a present from Liam.

Jumping off the bed, she reached for her jeans.

“Relax, Bailey. I spoke to Ava before I called you, and she’s agreed to keep those muffins coming to give the guests options. She’s drawn the line at the breakfast burritos, I’m afraid. She swears hers are better.”

Bailey sank down onto of edge of the bed. “Oh, thank God.”

She’d completely forgotten the inn had a cook now. And housekeeping. And sexy roofers. This was going to take some getting used to. “Everything’s fine.”

“Better than fine,” he assured her. “How’s your head?”

The scrape from the other night had all but disappeared, but her temples were throbbing. And she was tired, despite sleeping in. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think she’d gotten drunk and danced all night instead of spending her evening worrying about what had happened the day before.

Kissing Cam. Coming for Davide. Ghost hunting guests.

No wonder she had a headache.

“I’m good,” she told him. “But if you tell me you’re already here while I’m slacking off, my humiliation will be complete. I’m really not putting my best foot forward here. I swear I’m usually up before the sun.”

“I didn’t sleep well either. And you’ve been dealing with a lot of changes,” he said sympathetically. “I wish I were there for what’s coming today, but I’m not yet. Neither is Davide. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. We had to leave for Colorado last night. An unexpected but important meeting.”

“Oh.” Since he hadn’t mentioned it when he invited her over for dinner, it really must have been unexpected. They were both gone?

Bailey fought the urge to crawl back under the covers. The profound sense of loss surging through her was totally out of proportion to the situation. “Thank you for filling me in. I should let you get back to your meeting.”