something?”
Husband. As if that meant anything to him. Husbands were honest with their wives.
At least the ones worth keeping were. They didn’t pretend to be something they weren’t
just to get what they wanted. Unfortunately it hadn’t been her he’d wanted. It had been
protection. He thought if he were married to her, she wouldn’t drive a stake through his
heart.
Boy, did he have another think coming.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re my husband for now. Just until the divorce goes
through and don’t think I won’t file either. After that, I’ve washed my hands of you.”
She would have killed him already if the penalties for killing one’s supposed “life
mate” wouldn’t be so stiff. Beheading in front of the entire vampire council? Come on.
Was she the only one who found that a little archaic?
“You don’t mean that. We’re meant to be together.”
Jane narrowed her eyes. She scooted back in her chair, hoping to put as much
distance between them as possible but knowing the puffy dress and the four-inch heels
with would make running away all but impossible. Whenever Jane was too close to
him, she forgot to breathe. It wasn’t just that he was gorgeous, with his dark, wavy hair
and his silvery eyes. He was and he knew it. There was something about him that made
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women weak in the knees. Jane had been no exception. As angry as she was, she still
had yet to get over it.
The man might be a liar but he still made her drool. There was a bond between
them. Her body was connected to his. All he had to do was look at her and she got hot
all over. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought we were meant to be together too but
then you told me you’re a bloodsucker.”
“Come on, Jane. This really is no big deal. We can get past this. We’ve been together
for the past few months, and things have been fine. Nothing is going to change. I know
you still have feelings for me.”
She did, but not the feelings he was hoping for. She wanted to kill him. To maim
him. To tear out his hair and gouge out his eyes and… Who was she kidding? Even
now, in the middle of all the chaos and noise, she wanted to tear his clothes off and
have her way with him, right there on the table. It must be because he was a vampire.
Most women found them irresistible, even if they didn’t understand why. She was
proving to be just like every other mortal woman in that respect. No wonder she’d
jumped right back into his arms when he’d shown up in her life again.
A whimper stuck in her throat. Their bodies had fit together so well and he’d
always been willing to try something new.
To break herself out of her wayward thoughts, she shoved the cocktail napkin
toward him. “Here. These are the feelings I have for you right about now.”
If the list didn’t send him packing, she didn’t know what would.
Ethan stayed quiet as he studied the list. When he finally glanced up at her, it
unnerved her to see humor in his eyes. “Well. You’ve really thought this out.”
She nodded. “Of course I have.”
“I’m surprised. Ten ways you’d want to kill me. Couldn’t come up with any more?
Some of these are pretty inventive, sweetheart. Isn’t your MO usually just a little stake
through the heart?”
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“Taunting me isn’t a smart thing, tough guy. Remember, once we’re divorced,
you’re fair game again.”
A thick darkness passed across his gaze but then he waggled his eyebrows. “And so
are you. You seem to forget, this goes both ways.”
She sucked in a gulp of air scented with Ethan’s familiar cologne. It was a brand
that drove her crazy and he knew it too. He reached out and snagged her hand, turning
it palm-up and stroking his thumb along the pulse in her wrist. His gaze locked with
hers and the intensity she found there sent her heart skittering. Damn it. Just because
she still wanted him didn’t mean she had to show it.
With a frustrated sigh, she tried to push herself out of the chair, not an easy feat
given the dress and the spiked heels. Finally she made it to her feet and took off toward
the dance floor where the guests were now slow dancing to an old Eric Clapton tune,
eager to get as far away from Ethan as she could. Maybe she could lose him in the
throng of revelers crowded around the hors d’oeuvre table and sneak out the side door.
“Where are you going?” he asked, chasing after her.
“I need to get out of here. Away from all this. Away from you.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop. “Stop. I love you, Janey.”