Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(60)

When the saleslady returned with her size, Holly tried them on, walking around the area. Did everyone walk differently in boots? Maybe with a little more strut?

Holly bought the two pairs, wearing the black ones. Her task complete, she sat and waited for Cadeon to return. With no activity and no one to talk to, her mind began mulling recent developments . . . .

She’d officially been unfaithful to her boyfriend. And that just wasn’t her way. She’d never cheated on a test, had never even broken a promise. Tim was too nice a guy to deserve this—

How well do you really know Tim?

The thought came out of nowhere, making her frown.

He was perfect for her, a steady, even-tempered guy, who was incredibly driven in his career. As driven as she was. He was tall, slim, and handsome in an affable, non-intimidating way. And as she’d told Cadeon, Tim would make a great husband and father.

Which was more than she could say for a male like Cadeon, who would be unfaithful to her and most likely an absentee father to any children he might have.

Yet earlier with Cadeon, she’d had a realization. There were things about a man that could be learned so much more easily when in a sexual situation, when the walls were down.

Cadeon’s eyes had been lustful, hungry, but his touch had been tender, almost as if he’d been savoring or even . . . awed.

Holly hadn’t expected that gentleness from the rough mercenary and never would have seen it if not in bed with him.

What would she discover about Tim in a like situation? She tried to imagine doing the same things with him. Yet she couldn’t—because she kept seeing the demon.

No, no! This was a perfect example of her new, foreign thought processes taking over. The ones that reason why mutual petting with a demon makes sense: because I can learn—wink, wink—about him. As a person.

She was doubting Tim only because she wasn’t herself. Not because of any faint suspicion that she clung to him as a personification of her old life—the one she feared leaving . . .

Her thoughts went blank when she spied Cadeon coming for her, his long-legged stride eating up the distance, his shoulders back, cocky half-grin in place.

Maybe Cadeon had a good point, she thought dazedly. Maybe she should have one last adventure before her normal, ordered existence resumed. A little sexual experimentation, a little excitement . . .

When he reached her, he swooped down and gave her a kiss before she could react. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

She was sputtering, having been kissed for the first time in public. “Hardly.”

“Huh. Then I wonder why your eyes went all silvery when you caught sight of me.”

“They did not!” Her gaze darted. “What if someone saw? Oh, God—”

“Relax, halfling. Humans will just think it’s a trick of the light. If you brazen it out. Now let me see what you’ve got.”

He raised his brows at her new boots. “Very nice. But you only got two pairs? I was expecting credit card abuse and retaliatory shopping from you.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” He had several bags. “What did you get?”

“I’ll show you over dinner.”

“Dinner? Do we have time?”

“I have to nourish my halfling, else she grows irritable. Besides, it’ll take us five hours to drive, tops, and it’s only six o’clock.”

“What do you expect me to eat in a restaurant? You know I have to have things prepackaged.”

“I’ve already put in an order. Just trust me.”





27





For fifteen years, Holly had been overdressed for fairly much everything. Now the demon had put her in jeans, then taken her to a posh restaurant.

As they sat waiting for their food, she wondered what he’d ordered for her. A tin of green beans? Maybe fruit cocktail? Or since this was a seafood restaurant, she’d probably get a can of tuna.

“So check out my loot,” Cadeon said as he dug into one of his bags. He’d removed his hat, shaking out his hair to cover his horns, and now looked insufferably gorgeous.

“Here.” He handed her two packages. “I got you a watch. You used to have a nice one.”

He’d noticed even that small detail?

“I got one, too,” he said.

Oh, yes, because he’d pulverized his in his fist earlier. “They’re not . . . matching or anything, are they?”

“Holls, I’m a demon; I’m not a tool.”

“Oh, of course.” She accepted the box, raising her brows. Cartier.

She’d always steered clear of that brand because many of the watch styles were diamond-intensive. Not so good for her since she’d get entranced with each glance at the time.

When she opened the package, she almost smiled. Not a diamond in sight. Platinum, simple but elegant. Why was he being so . . . thoughtful? “Cadeon, it’s lovely, but really, this is too nice. I can’t let you pay—”

“I’ll expense it. Now, close your gab, and open the next one.”

She glowered, but did. Inside were . . . her glasses. Smitten Kitten. She blinked at him. “You’re giving me my own glasses?”

“I had the lenses changed to clear. You said you couldn’t think without them on, and you were getting headaches.”