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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 13 -
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“We need to find shelter before sunrise.” Burke stopped walking when they
reached the end of the woods. He looked right and left, down the street. She admired
his profile. Until she’d met him, she’d never even held a conversation with a man who
looked like that, let alone had sex with one.
How things had changed in the last twelve hours or so. In some ways for the
better. In some ways for the worse.
“My friend doesn’t live far from here,” she suggested. “I’m sure she wouldn’t
mind some company. She works days, so it’ll be quiet once she leaves. That is, if you
don’t have somewhere else in mind.”
Burke smoothed a hand down her arm then nodded. “That sounds good. Real
good.”
“It’s this way.” She pointed to the north. “She’s bound to be freaking out by now
anyway, after what happened last night.”
Burke continued to hold her hand as they started north, keeping to the shadows.
Little buzzes and zaps of erotic awareness zinged up her arm and straight to her groin.
Her cheeks heated.
“Is there any chance she might’ve gone back to your house after we left the bar
last night?” Isabella asked, falling into step on her right side.
“Maybe. Why?”
“We’d better keep a lookout as we get closer,” Isabella suggested. “Someone
posted at your house might’ve followed her home, thinking she might lead them to
you.”
“Oh.” Sylvie looked at Burke. “If that’s the case, maybe we should go somewhere
else.”
He shook his head and gave her a reassuring smile. It wasn’t the most gleeful
expression she’d ever seen but it eased her worries a smidge. Also amplified the tingles
and zaps. “It’ll be okay. You can go in alone and then sneak us inside.”
“You want me to sneak you in?”