On the Hunt

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  And she'd spent the days repenting for such wicked desires.

  When they reached her living room, he turned and faced her. His expression was like granite, full of determination. "I've decided there has to be a way. "

  In the background, Meg Ryan was faking her orgasm, and Jamie lifted one eyebrow. "Perhaps you should take that as a sign about you and me. About what could happen, the pleasure—"

  "Stop!" She held up both hands, desperate to silence him. "Just stop right now, James Dixon. "

  He reached out and caught one of her curls between his fingertips, stroking it languidly. "You caught my full name when my sis used it, huh?"

  "It apparently works when one needs to be forceful. Or get your attention. " She swatted his hand away from her hair.

  He smiled his fallen-angel, sinfully gorgeous smile. "Oh, you've got my full attention, baby. But you already know that. " Once again, his hand found its way to her hair, his eyes narrowing in pleasure as he stroked first one soft curl, then another.

  She gaped at him. "I thought you were worried about burning in hell!"

  "I thought you responded to my kiss in a very human way. " He drew one long curl to his lips, kissing the end of one tendril. "It's just your hair, Sunshine. "

  She ducked out of his reach and retrieved a hair band from around her wrist, gathering the curls into a ponytail so he wouldn't play with them again. He looked disappointed, but slid both hands into his pockets obediently.

  Wordlessly, she stalked toward the kitchen, where the pastry was baking, and Jamie began to wander around her apartment. It was the second floor of a brownstone, a completely open floor plan. Without continuing his bantering innuendo, Jamie gazed about the place, taking in her myriad plants and flowers, the primitive art on the walls. "You have a real talent for growing things.

  But then again, you're full of life, Sunny Renfroe. I'm not surprised. "

  She opened the oven and checked on the pastry, and Jamie grinned. "And a talent for cooking," he added. "That smells delicious . . . just like you do. " He said the last in a bedroom voice, low and full of temptation.

  She closed the oven, shaking her head in disbelief. He was behaving exactly as she'd imagined, pressing her with unstoppable energy and sensuality.

  "Why did you come? Just to torment me some more?" she demanded, hoping he couldn't tell how hard she'd been crying. Unfortunately, he spotted the wad of used tissues on the floor at that precise moment. Bending down, he picked them up, frowning sharply. He balled them in his fist, seeming almost angry.

  He strode to where she stood in the kitchen, moving in extremely close. "I couldn't stay away," he admitted in a husky voice. "I couldn't even try to keep my distance. I meant what I said. . . . What if there is a way we could be together?"

  Two more steps and his arms were about her waist, even though he knew the risk to both of them—especially to her. She pushed at his chest. "Do you want me to be punished? Sent back to heaven . . . or worse?"

  His eyes slid closed and he dropped both hands to his sides. "No," he said in a hushed voice. "I just want to have you in my life. "

  "Jamie. " She studied the floor. "You barely know me. You're just caught up in . . . what I am. The way that makes you feel. "

  He moved right back to her, planting strong hands squarely on her shoulders. "Sunny, it's not what you are. It's the way you make me feel. Don't you get it? I've been dead inside . . . the things I see, the creatures I kill. It's all I know. To actually care for a woman? To believe in the possibility of love? I buried that a long time ago. "

  "But you can love. " She reached a trembling hand to his cheek. "I see your heart and it's beautiful. "

  His eyes grew bright. "My heart's been cold for a long time. But then you came along, and you're . . . so good. So pure and beautiful and, God forgive me, incredibly sexy. It's like . . . I could change. I could care. I could . . . I could love you, Sunny. "

  "That would be a mistake. "

  He shook his head adamantly. "Perfect love casts out fear. That's what the Bible says. "

  "I'm not afraid, Jamie. I'm here for a reason. And intimate relationships with humans don't fall under the job description. "

  "They made you human. You said so yourself the other night," he argued. "How can they put you here, expect you to live a mostly human life and not have someone of your own?"

  She turned away sharply; his words tore at her heart. Suddenly his arms came around her again, and he was kissing her nape. A sweet kiss, an almost chaste one, just a brush of his lips against her skin, a back-and-forth pressure. "Go to dinner with me tomorrow night," he begged.

  "As friends. Only friends, I swear it. "

  She had to steady her breathing before she could even answer. "You're not capable of interacting with me that way," she finally groaned. "Look at you right now. "

  He kissed her nape once more, slowly trailing his tongue across her skin. "I'm gonna find that loophole, Sunny Renfroe," he whispered, pressing his mouth to her ear. "And when I do, I'm going to make love to you, make you feel things you've never been allowed to experience. " He pulled back, looking deep into her eyes. "And I'm going to make you mine. Until then, yes, we'll only be friends . . . but you still get the full -court press. Starting tomorrow night. "

  Chapter Eight

  As Jamie and Sunny reached the upstairs of the Mansion's restaurant, the maitre d' led them toward their table. As she followed him, Jamie placed a guiding hand against the small of her back. It was a gentlemanly gesture, an almost protective one, but it still set her skin on fire. Tonight was a dangerous gamble, one that defied the intent of Kiel's express orders, even as it followed the rule of his law.

  That was when she realized exactly where they would be seated. "Sir, the table you reserved," the maitre d' announced, revealing a private, candlelit table for two in the tower turret. "Just as you requested. "

  "Jamie," Sunny warned. More than a gamble, this was a terrible, terrible risk, one with a potentially treacherous outcome.

  He waited for her to slide into the round banquette, and as she did so, she noticed that the restaurant's most romantic table also had a set of silver velvet curtains. Would the two of them be closed in alone after their meal was served? Before? Her pulse skittered in a crazy tempo and Jamie seated himself right beside her.

  She gasped softly once they were left alone, the luxurious curtains halfway drawn around them.

  The rounded bench seat pressed their bodies closer together than she'd have liked, but she couldn't seem to force herself to scoot farther away from Jamie. Everything in the turret twinkled and glowed, from the artfully arranged candles along the windowsills to the silver and gold sequins on the tablecloth. It was more romantic and dreamier than any place she'd ever been for dinner.

  An obvious and deliberate tactic on Jamie's part, too.

  "You called ahead," she murmured, daring to glance up into his bright green eyes, even more beautiful than usual because of the candlelight.

  He brushed light fingertips along her cheek. "I wanted you all to myself," he said quietly. "I'm already very greedy when it comes to my time with you, baby. "

  "This is only friendship," she reminded him unsteadily, trying to calm her erratic breathing. "You agreed to the terms. "

  He stopped touching her and began staring pointedly at her lips, sensual heat in his gaze. "I love your mouth. I keep dreaming of feeling it against my bare skin, all over my body. "

  She stared down at her menu, avoiding his gaze. "You agreed. . . . "

  "I haven't done anything untoward, have I?" he asked, studying the wine list. "Haven't disgraced either of us, or fondled you? Surely your bosses won't complain just yet. "

  No, but your three guardians are watching from somewhere, even if I can't see them. And Kiel sees everything I do. . . .

  "I think champagne would be lovely. " His selection made, he slid the leather-bo
und wine list onto the table, turning his full attention on her. "Now, tell me what it was like when you became human.

  What you remember about your childhood . . . I want to know about your family, the one that raised you. I have questions, lots of questions. "

  "Why do you want to know all that?"

  "Because a strong second to how much I want you, my sweet Sunshine? Is how badly I want to know everything about you. " He faced her completely, resting a forearm along the back of the banquette. "I booked the table for the whole evening. So start talking and don't leave anything out. "

  Jamie's attention never wavered, not for one moment of their time together. Even after their meal was served, he would take a bite or two, then turn back to her, asking about some detail or another. Why had the angels chosen the Renfroes as her mortal family? Was it their faith, their position in society? How had she concealed her identity from them, starting at ten years old when they'd adopted her, never realizing that she'd arrived on Earth only a month before?

  His fascination with her was endless, and to his credit, he didn't touch her again throughout the evening. He slowly sipped champagne, his green eyes always on her while she talked. A few times, she saw him reach out for her hand, then catch himself, retrieving his champagne glass instead.

  After almost two hours, Sunny was worn-out with talking. "It's not fair. You've had all the questions. Maybe I had a thing or two to ask you. " She tried laughing, feeling suddenly shy.

  He waved her off. "I'm boring. Why do you think I can't keep a girlfriend?"

  "Because you don't let anyone close, Jamie," she said seriously. "I see your game. " He glanced away quickly, whispering something unintelligible under his breath.

  She leaned closer, wanting to hear. "What did you say?"

  He turned back to her. "I'll let you in. I mean I would . . . if . . . " He gave her a wistful look. "I know, I know. . . . Never mind. "