Page 46 of Meant for Two

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Page 46 of Meant for Two

“It’s possible the mother didn’t know either,” Jeff said. “We have to be careful who we tell.”

Zane scraped the food into the garbage disposal. “Do you have any dishwasher soap?”

“Crap. No. I’ll pick some up tomorrow.” Jeff nodded to the bedroom. “Even though the sexual draw between us will be strong, Blair might not understand what is happening to her body. We have to take it slow.”

Zane grinned. “Oh, I plan to. I’ll let you know how it goes.” He winked. “On a more serious note, when your uncle called, did the warden tell him anything else about the fight in the yard? Like what it was about?”

“No, but he said he’d try to find out more.”

“Whoever her dad fought might be angry enough against him to want revenge.”

Jeff stilled. “Are you thinking the man who lost his eye might want to get back at her dad by going after Blair? That’s a stretch.”

His friend shrugged. “Not directly. The man is still in jail, but he could have someone on the outside who could exact revenge in his name.”

“True, but would the dad even care if someone hurt his daughter? I mean, he killed Blair’s mom. According to her, her father wasn’t in the picture for much of her childhood. Other than seeing her at the hearing, he probably doesn’t know much about her.”

“I hope that’s true,” Zane shot back.

Jeff placed an empty pan in the sink. “For now, let’s concentrate on Blair. Maybe you should check up on her while I finish cleaning up.”

Sure Jeff had suggested that Zane seek out Blair first to test her willingness, but now that the moment had come, he was surprised Jeff was okay with it. “Thanks, but keep an open mind in case she wants us both,” Zane said.

Jeff chuckled. “I think a volcanic eruption is more likely to occur in the next hour than that.”

“Oh ye of little faith. It’s possible she’s asleep already. But, should she ask for you, I’ll let you know.”

“You do that.” Jeff chuckled and then turned around and placed more cookware in the sink.

Zane was a little nervous. Usually, he’d wait for the woman to come on to him, but this was his mate. Besides, he really wanted to make sure she was okay. Yes, that might sound like a lame excuse to enter her bedroom, but it was the truth.

He knocked lightly, and when she didn’t answer, he opened the door. The lights were on, and Blair was face down on the bed, lying crosswise, fully clothed. Poor thing. She couldn’t even stay awake long enough to undress.

Zane sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Blair, are you okay?”

She was breathing, so she should be, but she had a concussion recently. Blair groaned, and when she pushed up, she groaned. “Ouch.” She stilled. “Zane, what are you doing here?”

He wanted to make love to her more than he needed to breathe, but he didn’t say that—or rather he couldn’t—so he diverted her attention. “Let’s take off your shoes. I doubt you’ll be comfortable sleeping with them on.”

While he could have waited for her to do it, Zane wanted to be the one to undress her. Slowly and sensually, he pulled off one high heel and then the other. When she moaned, he lifted up her foot and massaged her instep. Blair dropped onto her back.

“Did I die and go to heaven?”

He chuckled. “I love giving foot massages.”

“If you keep it up, I might never go back to work.”

The fact she wasn’t kicking him out gave him the encouragement he sought. He lifted her other leg and placed it across his lap. He went to work massaging her other foot.

Blair nodded off for a moment and then lifted up on her elbows. “Why are you and Jeff so nice to me? I’m just one of Jeff’s dad’s employees.”

Zane's heart raced with desire as he gazed at her gorgeous face, soaking in every curve and contour. "Not that looks are everything," he whispered huskily, "but you are a lot more than some random employee. You are stunningly beautiful, competent beyond measure, driven like no one else I've ever met...and oh-so-sexy."

Blair cocked a brow with a subtle smile quirking the corners of her mouth. “Keep that up," she purred seductively, "and I might let you massage more than my feet."

Her words dripped with sexual innuendo. Zane's teeth sharpened and his nails threatened to turn into claws. “Then I'd better turn off the lights,” he growled.

“Is there something you don’t want me to see?” Blair asked playfully.




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