Lover Unveiled (Black Dagger Brotherhood 19)

Rhoger’s body was submerged under a pool of ice water, the cubes she’d added the night before mostly melted. He was still in the clothes he’d been wearing when he’d come home and collapsed in the front hall, the bloodstains faded because of all the water, the shirt and its sleeves billowing out in the submersion, the worn jeans the same. There were no shoes, and his bare feet were the same marble white as his face.

His eyelids were open again.

Clasping her mouth with her hand, Mae started to hyperventilate, her rib cage working overtime, her burning lungs getting nowhere when it came to relieving a sudden smothering sensation.

“Rhoger, I swear . . .” She wiped her face and cleared her throat. “I’m going to get the Book. Somehow, I’m going to get it and save you.”

Beneath the still water, her brother looked up at her with vacant, unblinking eyes.

She was well familiar with them. When she was able to sleep even a little, she saw them in her nightmares.

Stumbling back out into the hall, she wanted to fall onto her knees and retch.

Instead she pulled herself together . . . and went to get the fresh ice.

You were . . .”

As Balz waited for the Mrs. to finish her thought out loud, he smiled into the twilight of her and the Mr.’s majestic master bedroom. He’d been sure to keep the doors to the marble bathroom open so there was enough light for her human eyes to see what he was doing to her. And it had been a really good session, the kind of core workout that meant he was not going to have to hit the training center’s gym when he got home.

Rolling to his side, he took his fingertip and ran it over the necklace of diamonds he’d put on her. “This was fun.”

The Mrs. turned her head to him, her professionally tended hair spilling over the pillow, the brunette extensions tangled now, thanks to her orgasms and the way she’d arched back against the bed so many times.

“It was so much more than fun.”

He trailed his forefinger up her throat and brushed her lower lip with his thumb. “I have to go.”

“You can stay until morning—” Abruptly, the Mrs. looked away, her profile perfectly balanced, likely thanks to a little help from someone with a scalpel. “But you don’t have to say it, I realize this is not . . . you know.”

Balz pressed his lips to her bare shoulder. “You’re incredibly beautiful, and any man would be honored to be in your bed. Trust me. I’m never going to forget this.”

As her eyes returned to his, her smile was slow. “Thank you. I’m forgotten a lot.”

“Never by me.” As he told her what she wanted to hear, he took her hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. “Right here, there’s a place for you. Even though we won’t see each other again.”

The Mrs. nodded. “I am married.”

“And you shouldn’t feel bad about this. Especially when he’s in Idaho. Promise me that, ’kay?”

When she nodded sadly, Balz kissed her on the forehead, and then extricated himself from her body, her sheets, her bed . . . her life. As he re-dressed in his black thieving clothes, she watched him, curling onto her side and holding the blankets to her breasts.

Which had, in fact, been spectacular. As well as real.

“You’re not taking this?” she asked.

When he glanced over, she touched the diamonds at her throat and he shook his head. “No. You keep it. I don’t want to take anything from you.”

“Aren’t you worried I’ll call the police? I mean, I won’t, ever, but—”

“No, I’m not worried about that.”

And because it was time, because it was the way things had to be, he went into her brain and sent her off into a deep, healing sleep. Inside the file cabinet of her memory, he assigned everything they had done together to the figments of a dream state, the time they’d spent a wonderful, satisfying fantasy that would feel as real as it had when it was actually happening.

A banked fire to warm herself in front of in the midst of the winter of her marriage.

Before Balz left her, he pulled up the duvet so that as the sweat dried on her skin, she wouldn’t catch a chill. Then he soft-footed it out of the boudoir and went back into the closet. Willing the double doors closed behind him, he made a second trip into her husband’s formal wear section, and parted the tux-sea-dos again.

Balz snorted at his own funny as he reopened the safe, and there was no question what he was going to take this time. Picking up the case of rocking watches, he tucked the Mr.’s collection of timekeepers under his arm and reclosed everything.