Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood 8)

The bonded male in him sat up and howled, to the point where he wondered if she knew he wouldn't be able to let her be the one to off the motherfucker: Males protected their females. It was the universal law if you had the cock and balls.

Plus the idea of her going anywhere near that guy made John mental. Lash had already taken her once. What if he pulled that cloaking shit again?

They weren't going to get a second chance to get her back. No way.

"So," she said. "I showed you mine. Your turn. "

Right. Okay.

Now he was the one staring into that far corner. Jesus Christ. Where to start.

He flipped to a fresh page on his pad, put the Bic nib down, and. . .

Whole lot of nothing came to him. The problem was, there was too much to write, too much to tell her, and wasn't that depressing as shit.

A sharp knock brought both of their heads around.

"Goddam

n it," she said under her breath. "Give us a minute!"

The fact that there was someone waiting for an audience on the other side of the door didn't exactly put him in a sharing kind of mood. That, coupled with the communication barrier and his innate cover-it-up tendencies, made his head hum.

"Whoever it is can hang outside all night and all day as far as I'm concerned. " She smoothed the blanket over her stomach. "I want to hear what you have to say. "

Funny, that was what unlocked him, and he wrote quickly.

It would be easier to show you.

Her brows went in tight together when she read that, and then she nodded. "Okay. When. "

Tomorrow night. If you have clearance to go out.

"It's a date. " She lifted her hand. . . and put it lightly on his forearm. "I want you to know--"

The knock that cut her off had them both cursing.

"We need a minute!" she snapped before refocusing on him. "I want you to know. . . that you can trust me. "

John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into a fog.

Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.

"What the hell are you doing in there?"

Rehv's voice on the other side of the door broke the moment, but didn't erase it.

Nothing ever could, John thought, as she pulled back and he got up to his feet.

"Come in, asshole," she snapped.

The instant the mohawked male stepped into the room, John felt the change in the air and he knew, as they looked at each other and stayed silent, that they were communicating as symphaths did.

To give them privacy, he headed for the door, and just as he was ducking out, Xhex said, "Will you be back?"

At first, he thought she was talking to Rehv but then the male snagged his arm and stopped him. "My man? You coming back?"

John glanced over to the bed. He'd managed to forget his pad and pen on the little side table, so he just nodded.