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She gasped, then iainst the sound Va, and that was Duncan out there! Even worse, that Miguel guy ith him
"Shit," she mouthed silently and backed away fro here? Well, of course they were Where else would they be going? She’d backed nearly to the kitchen when the doorbell rang, and she froze Should she answer it? Maybe if she was very quiet, they’d think she wasn’t hoht frantically, her tired brain finally clicking back into some semblance of reason That had to be it Why else would they be here?
She started toward the door, then glanced down at herself and froze once again She earing a bathrobe! A purple, fuzzy bathrobe And no underwear Ah, hell, no bra, and Eo braless without being obvious about it
She blew out an exasperated breath
"Eed with a little bit of worry
He orried? About her? That was nice, wasn’t it?
Yeah, but, EhtUnderwear first, then handsome vampires
"Emma, I know you’re there Open the door"
He knew she was here? How’d he know that?
"Um, just aenough to flip the locks and yank the door open as she went by "Y’all coone halfway up the stairs, her house was full of va her way Her eyes widened in shock and her heart kicked in her chest He’dher on the stairs Her startled gaze took in his features in the dirowler She backed down a step away fro, Ms Duquet?" he asked
"It’s all right, Miguel," Duncan said frouel didn’t move, and Emma’s frown deepened She refused to hold her robe closed like some sort of maiden aunt, so she stuffed her hands in her pockets and turned to face Duncan The door was partly open, and she shivered in the cold air
"I was going to put some clothes on," she explained slowly, as if they were too dense to understand such a siaze made a leisurely journey from her UGG-covered feet to the fuzzy bathrobe, hesitated a breath too long over her braless chest, and continued to what she kneas her pissed-off expression But instead of showing even a hint of remorse, the bastard sain E the source of his entertainreider
"It’s all right, Miguel," he said again "Let her by"
"Well, thank you verythe saccharine sweetness of her Southern upbringing flavor the words
Duncan’s eyes widened in appreciation, and Eoing for
Deternity she had left, she started up the stairs again The growler got out of her way, but he only moved closer to the wall, so she had to squeeze past his bulk Why were these va but blood, you’d think they’d be skin and bones, pale and starved looking Not these guys Every one of theuel in her house, though she hadn’t bothered to count--fully healthy looking Maybe they dined on bloody steak every night? She frowned, thinking about where that steak ht come from What sort of aniination, stormed into her bedroo on clothes
Duncan watched Emma Duquet’s shapely bottom sway beneath the ridiculous purple bathrobe as she hurried up the stairs, edging past Miguel as if she feared he’d leap upon her at any moment She disappeared into a roolance backwards, shutting the door with a firainly boots before a pair of solid thuined the robe falling away next She’d been naked under that robe That uel had see upstairs to aret dressed Too bad He’d rather liked her the way she was
Duncan strolled farther into the house, grateful when Louis finally closed the door, shutting out the cold air He’d have to invest in a few heavy winter coats if this went onco since he’d lived anywhere with a real winter He couldn’t re the Eastern seaboard Not that Washington, DC was considered part of the South anymore It was south of the Mason-Dixon line, but there were toothe long, hot su the fields beneath the burning Tennessee sun There’d been no long, lazy school vacations for him No school, for that matter