Thomas didn’t finish the sentence, but moved away and turned his head to peer out the window, as if he was trying to ignore her presence in the car. She decided to wait until they reached the airport to ask for the explanations he’d promised her. For now she was content to let him ignore her. It was incredibly disturbing to realize she was lusting after a dead, soulless thing.
Frowning, Inez peered over him, taking in his strong, pale features. He wasn’t pale like the dead, but pale like a man who spent little time out in the sun. There was a healthy pink glow to his cheeks and she wondered grimly if it was her blood that had given it to him.
She stiffened as his nose quivered again and he glanced her way so that she caught a glimpse of the silver fire in his eyes. Inez shrank back into the cushioned seat, feeling like a cornered cat. Fortunately, he immediately turned his gaze away again and she was able to relax a little.
Watching him warily, she decided his idea hadn’t been a bad one. The first thing she was going to do when they reached the airport, was visit duty free and buy a bottle of perfume. Inez didn’t want him being able to tell what she was feeling. Especially when she was beginning to experience more desire than fear now that they were out in the relative safety of the public. Yes, she was definitely buying perfume. It would be easier to ignore her desire if he wasn’t so obviously aware of it.
Four
Thomas was twisted around in his seat, watching a group of rowdy Brits at the back of the plane with fascination. They were all men, but one of them was in a short nurse’s costume with pink fishnet nylons covering his hairy legs, a blond wig, high heels, and a very bad makeup job on his bearded face. He also wore a piece of paper taped to his back that read I’m getting married. Kick me.#p#分页标题#e#
The rest of the men in the group were all laughing and taunting the groom-to-be, and every one of them seemed to be three sheets to the wind. It was obviously a stag party on the way to Amsterdam to kick it up for the weekend, and Thomas shook his head, wondering why they didn’t do things like that in Canada. He’d have taken great enjoyment in seeing Lucern dressed like that. Not that he’d probably agree to do it.
Thomas was smiling faintly at the idea, when Inez suddenly said, “Explain now.”
Sighing, he gave up watching the group milling about the back of the plane. The stewardess was having trouble keeping the half a dozen or so men in their seats. They kept stumbling into the aisles to talk to the others in their group. The men weren’t being rude or annoying, and most of the passengers were watching their performance with amusement, but they were keeping the stewardesses busy.
Turning back in his seat, he glanced at Inez, noting that she wasn’t wearing the indulgent amusement of most of the rest of the plane. Instead she was watching him with narrow-eyed displeasure.
Sighing, he glanced around at the people seated around them, and then shook his head. “I can’t. There are too many people here.”
That just made her sweet little mouth compress a bit tighter and her eyes go cold. The woman was a bundle of passions—one moment angry, the next flaming with desire. His senses were alert to every change, reading the scents rolling off of her in waves and fluctuating between desire and guilt as her mood changed.
Inez had headed straight for the duty-free shop once they’d checked in at the airport and purchased a bottle of Paris. Unfortunately, they hadn’t given her the perfume then, but told her she could collect it when she boarded the plane.
Inez hadn’t been pleased. Trying to distract her, Thomas had steered her to a small pub-and-grill in the airport waiting area and they’d both ordered and eaten a meal.
Inez had been openly surprised that he ate food. Thomas had been a little surprised himself. Not so much because he was eating, but because of how enjoyable it was for a change. He’d grown tired of food the last decade or so, finding it all tasted the same and was something of a bother, but that meal in the restaurant had been bursting with flavor and texture and he’d gobbled it up with relish. Thomas knew he shouldn’t be surprised. Eating and enjoying food was one of the signs of finding a lifemate, as was not being able to read the individual. It seemed there was little question that Inez was his lifemate.
While her curiosity had been obvious, the loud talking and music in the establishment had prevented her questioning him. Not eager to start into explanations, Thomas had insisted on remaining there until they were called to board. Inez had been given the bag with her purchase of Paris when they boarded, but had merely tucked it away in her purse rather than use it in such an enclosed space.