Blue Moon Brides: The Complete Series (51 page)

Really.

As plans went, it wasn’t the worst he’d thought of. He snorted. Yeah, because he usually didn’t plan. He acted.

The wolf growled, demanding its freedom.
Out out out.
Oui
, he was in trouble here. His animal side rose, fighting to surface.

Mine
.

Chapter Six

Be practical.

Eden stepped back inside and closed the door. Quietly. She didn’t want to burn any bridges in this community, so she didn’t flip the lock or slam the door to make her point. She’d spent ten minutes politely debating Jackson’s non-presence with Cruz and now she was on edge, without knowing why, her nerves jumping. Maybe it was Cruz’s laconic description of the crime scene he’d worked in the bayou. That was the logical reason but…it was something more. Some inexplicable, unspoken tension in the air. Something to do with the dark-eyed, hard-bodied male she’d stashed in her office and invited to do wicked, naughty things to her body.

Cruz’s lips moved—she was pretty certain he cursed—and then he exhaled roughly and headed back to his patrol car. She’d worked hard for this practice. She was tired. That was the only reason she hadn’t followed Cruz and told him exactly who—or what—she had inside her practice. Jackson Breaux was hot, delicious trouble she couldn’t afford.

God, she was stupid.

The frame diploma from LSU’s vet school mocked her from its place of honor over her front desk. If word got out that she was harboring a suspected murdered, her practice would be sunk before she could even get it off the ground. She’d be known as the woman who had put her lover first. Her mother had done that. From the photos Eden had seen and from her mother’s late night over-sharing, her dad had been gorgeous trouble too. That man would swoop into town, laughing and smiling, her mother would blossom like one of those white night-blooming flowers that crawled over the front of the clinic. The fragile petals would open up when it grew dark, flowering vigorously in a rich cloud of scent. And then, when morning came and the sun rose, those same blooms closed up and withered away. Eden’s mother hadn’t done well when her part-time man left town and Eden wasn’t stupid. Like her dad, Jackson wouldn’t stick around forever, and she couldn’t afford that kind of hit to her fledgling professional reputation.

No matter how good he’d made her feel on her own damned desk.

Bottles rattled in the back room and Jackson cursed. And…there was her proof, in case she’d needed any. He was emptying her drug cabinet into a backpack. Getting knocked off for drugs was practically an occupational hazard when you ran a veterinary practice, but she hadn’t expected this. Okay. She was a fool.

She’d fix it. She turned back toward the door. Letting Cruz know about Jackson’s presence in her clinic was now painfully, obviously the right thing to do. She couldn’t risk doing anything else, not with drugs and murder in the picture. She had student loans, an electric bill that wouldn’t end, and two full-time staffers who were counting on their paychecks clearing the bank. Throwing away their security wasn’t fair.

Jackson prowled out of the shadows. He snaked a hard arm around her waist and tugged her back against his front.
Too late
. “Regrets?”

He had no idea. She pulled carefully against his hold. No sudden movements, but no backing down, either.

“Let me go.” She kept her voice level. Working with animals had taught her that much. Animals sensed fear and Jackson was part wolf. She just didn’t know which part.

“That’s not a
no.
”

Absolutely.
“Jackson.” His name part huff of irritation, part sigh. Being mad at him was constructive. The attraction, however, was still an unwelcome problem.

“You got that straight.”

Out in her parking lot, Cruz popped the door on his cruiser and leaned in, snagging his radio. She still had an opportunity to call him back and do the smart thing. He looked back at her clinic and, even though she knew he couldn’t see her or Jackson, she imagined forming that one word.
Help.
He would, too. This could all be over. She opened her mouth.

“
Shug
.” Hard fingers pressed against her mouth. “I can’t let you do that. You decide to scream and I’ll be takin’ action.”

“This is wrong.”

“You bein’ here with me?” He sounded more amused than angry.

“I don’t recall inviting you to hit the cabinets up for parting gifts on your way out the door.” She flicked her fingers toward the backpack.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said.

“Of course not.” Another wave of exhaustion hit her, hard enough that she almost didn’t care. Except that she did. Had all of Jackson’s loving been a ploy to get her to drop her guard so he could rob her blind. It didn’t feel like the right answer, because if he’d really wanted to make off with her supply of drugs, why had he revealed himself to her? The shifter thing didn’t fit either.

“You don’ believe me.”

“Exhibit A says you’re a liar.”

He grunted. “I won’ ever lie to you,
shug
.”

“Mmmm. And I believe you because we’ve got
such
a long-term, committed relationship.”

“You need to trust me.”

“Right. Because a five word demand is going to make me do that. Cruz claims you’re a murderer.”

“He didn’t say that precisely.” The arms around her didn’t loosen.

“You heard him?” She twisted, trying to see his face. He looked focus and preternaturally intent, like he was expecting a whole different brand of trouble to come waltzing through her front door. He didn’t, however, looked shocked or flabbergasted or any other color of upset. Cruz’s news hadn’t been news to him.

“Wolf. Remember?” She caught a quick flash of teeth. Did he have canines? She couldn’t tell, didn’t know how she’d feel about that.

“It’s hard to forget,” she growled. “Particularly since you keep bringing it up.”

She didn’t know how she felt about Jackson’s lupine side. The strangest thing was that, on some level, she felt like she knew him. They’d had one date. If she was being generous, they’d spent a grand total of four or five hours in each other’s company, excluding the time he’d spent passed out in his wolf form while she worked on him. Those minutes didn’t make a grand total anywhere near high enough to justify the sense of rightness she got when she was near him.

“If you don’ wan’ me listenin’ to you, you need to put another fifty yards or so between the two of us.”

“Good to know. If I was splitting
hairs.
”

“Ask your questions.” His mouth brushed her cheek. She was cocooned in warmth. How on earth was she supposed to form a logical thought?

“Cruz said that you were a person of interest. Why are you out here so early? Normal people don’t come out of the bayou naked and injured. They don’t break into my clinic and they darned sure don’t change into wolves.” She ticked her points off on her fingers.

“Cruz and I, we have a little history together. His sister mated one of my brothers and we got to know each other some while we were working out the details.”

“One of you Breauxs got married?”

“Not precisely.” He lowered his head, his mouth brushing her skin. Goosebumps erupted in his wake. “I didn’t mention wedding bands and priests. We do things a little different in the Pack. You wan’ a church thing?”

Just the thought of taking a walk down the aisle with Jackson set her pulse to pounding. Marriage hadn’t been part of her five-year plan. If she was being honest, she hadn’t thought much beyond: get the practice up and running. Get some sleep. But a wedding starring Jackson as the groom…that was fantasy fodder all right, even if it wasn’t practical. “Is that a proposal?”

“You bet.” His mouth round-tripped back up her throat. “You tell me when and where and I’ll be there for you,
shug
. Whatever you wan’.”

“I was thinking we’d just have sex,” she blurted out.

“That too,” he said agreeably, “but matin’s more than the sex. I’m playin’ for keeps.”

Riiight.
She decided not to push him on that point.

“Cruz didn’t have any lastin’ objections,” he said gently.

“
Lasting
isn’t the same as
none
,” she pointed out.

His mouth found her ear and blew. Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Was it even possible that he’d gotten
better
at kissing since their first date?

“Why were you out in the bayou?
Did
you harm Red Shug?”

“What do you think?”

“It doesn’t seem like you.”

“I didn’t touch him, other than to make sure he wasn’t breathing.” Regret didn’t fill his voice, just a quick flash of emotion. She didn’t know what to make of it or of him. “There was nothing I could do for him. I promise you that.”

“Do you know who did?”

“
Oui
.” His heavy exhalation warned her she wouldn’t like what came next. “I do. You saw me shift.” He waited for her to nod before he continued. “My kind, we have enemies. Vampires who can’t walk in the sunlight, unless they’re wearing wolf skins.”

“So you did commit murder out in the bayou.”

“It wasn’t me that killed Red Shug.”

“But you killed.”

The gaze that met hers was cold and level. “I hunted,
shug
, and there’s a difference.”

“You did it on purpose.”

“You bet your sweet ass I did.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m a hunter and I have a Pack to defend.”

“You’re a murderer.”

“Murder’s for human.” He shrugged, a lazy, powerful roll of his shoulders. “But executioner?
Oui
. My kind, that’s what we do sometimes.”

Sometimes? The urge to laugh hysterically almost overwhelmed her. “Who hunts
you
?”

“Skin hunters.”

“Give me more words.”

“Vampires. Predators. Vicious-ass bastards who peel a werewolf’s skin off his body and then make a suit out of it so they can walk in the daylight. I tangled with one in the bayou last night and he did me good.”

Those were words all right—the kind she hadn’t really wanted to hear.

“You want me to believe in vampires.” She heard what he was saying, but how was she supposed to believe?

“You believe in werewolves,” he said wryly.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice there.”

“You still wan’ to run after our boy Cruz?”

Not really. She double-checked, but the sheriff had fired up his cruiser and was pulling out of her lot. Odd that the strongest emotion she felt right now was relief. Not worry or fear or even pissed off at the male manhandling her and making demands in her own clinic. Nope. She was simply glad to be
alone
with him and that alone was enough to qualify for the funny farm.

“Tell me more about these skin hunters,” she said, because she was so not thinking about what she’d just done.

“There’s not much to tell and I’m hopin’ you never lay eyes on one,
shug
. They’re tall bastards with pale skin, white hair and eyes blacker than a bayou night. They move fast, so once you see one, it’s already too late. He’s got you and you’re goin’ nowhere.”

“Weaknesses?” Jackson had got away.
Barely.
If a man like him couldn’t hold his own, couldn’t fight off a skin hunter, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

“They don’ like the sun at all. Soon as she comes up in the sky, their asses fry. So we’re good in the daylight. At night?” He shrugged. “You better get yourself a generator and light them up.”

“They’re not coming here, are they?”

“I shouldn’t have come here. That’s on me. I killed the one, but there are likely others and they may have tracked me.”

Well. Shoot.

“We’ll head into the bayou,” he said, like he wasn’t proposing upending her entire life. Like she could just pick up and leave with him. She snorted. He definitely had another think coming. “There was another wolf I had to leave behind in their hunting camp. I wan’ to bring him out and he’s goin’ to need your help.”

Emotion caught her unexpectedly. What would it feel like to leave someone behind, knowing that person was going to suffer a horrific fate? She’d patched up Jackson’s side. She didn’t need him to connect the dots about what that lone wolf might be going through right now.

“You bring him to me and I’ll do whatever I can,” she promised.

“Leavin’ you here alone isn’t an option. Pack a supply kit and we’ll get goin’.”

“Kidnapping.” Going anywhere with him was out of the question. It wasn’t like he was asking her out on a second date.
And I wouldn’t be saying
yes
to that anyhow.

“Doin’ what needs doin’,” he countered. “We go together because I’m not lettin’ go of you now that I’ve found you.”

“Are you adding kidnapping to your rap sheet now, Jackson Breaux?”

“I’d rather you came with me.” Was that a double-entendre? She’d always seen a laughing, playful lover. The man standing too close to her was a hard-eyed, intent fighter. He meant business and wasn’t going to anyone stand in his way.