Kissing Sin (Riley Jenson Guardian 2)
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Doppelgangers are ghostly replicas, not human tissue.
You know what I mean.
Yes. He paused. If she's a wolf, then she's obviously not the real Mrs. Hunt. The question is, when did the exchange take place?
Kellen's comments came to mind. She apparently disappeared from the charity scene for three weeks a couple of months ago. Wouldn't even talk to her friends, apparently.
How do you know this?
I asked.
Who?
People, I said airly.
Annoyance ran through his gaze. And was that a hint of jealously? Did the vampire suspect?
The vampire suspects, all right. Who the hell did you fuck to get that information?
I met his gaze, and shook my head. That is none of your damn business.
We are here to do a job -
Which I'm goddamn doing, so stop acting like a cuckolded husband.
He looked away. But his anger swam around me, breathtakingly sharp. Well, tough. And it wasn't like our deal had even started yet.
So, why would someone want to replace Mis. Hunt? I said, more to get the conversation back on track than any real desire to continue conversing with the stubborn, stupid man.
The why is easy. Hunt's a general He'd have access to many top secret military areas, Including Landsend?
He looked at me, eyebrow raised. Possibly.
But would Hunt be the type to share military secrets during pillow talk?
Having talked to the man, no. But he might not be doing it knowingly.
Wolves aren't often telepathic.
You are.
Yeah, but that's thanks solely to a vampire background.
So your mother wasn't telepathic ?
I gave him a sideways glance. That comes under the heading of "none of your business," doesn't it?
You are such a bitch sometimes.
I grinned. When you share, I share. It's as simple as that, buddy-boy.
At that point, an MC got up and started proceedings, which included a charity auction. Having no money to play with, my attention wandered back to my original problem - who was the lover in my past that smelled of pine and springtime?
You've had so many you can't remember?
If I could have hauled off and hit him, I would have. Are you going to tell me you can recall the name of every woman you've slept with?
No. But I sure as hell can recall their faces.