In spite of her determination not to give ground, she did, backing up almost to the door. Tryin' to get me in trouble. I was goin' to let it go. The last thing I want is a woman who can't shift, but now you're goin' to pay for tryin' to get Drake and the others to come lookin' for me.
This is the way it's goin' to be. I've been stayin' in a room in town but now I'm goin' to be stayin' with you. Hand over the keys to your house. And I need money. I know you got it and you can give it to me. I earned any money I have and it goes to payin' bills. He backhanded her. Her cheek felt as if it exploded. Her eyes teared up and she found herself on the floor. He was strong.
Incredibly strong and his leopard was close. She could see it in his eyes, those yellowish-green eyes glowing with menace at her. Deep inside her, wildness work, a feral, dark creature, furious, raging even. The skin raised along her arms and legs, an itch heralding the arrival of her other. No, Bebe , she said sharply. He can't know about you. She'd take a beating before she'd ever expose her best friend to such an abomination of a shifter.
Robert came at her again, deliberately using the stalking motion of the leopard. When she tried to get up off the floor, he hit her again, striking the same side of her face. The pain made her feel sick to her stomach. She heard the bell over the door as if in the distance and then blinking to clear the tears from her eyes, she saw Robert doubling over, grunting, his breath a sob. Her Iceman was standing over him, his big, gloved fist hitting hard, over and over.
She heard ribs crack. Heard them. A short uppercut to the chin staggered Robert and he went to his knees. The Iceman caught him around the waist and half-walked, half-dragged him out the door. Evangeline tried to pull herself up by using the wall, all the while staring out the window. There was a black town car with darkened windows parked in front of her bakery. A man in a suit held the door open while the Iceman thrust Robert inside and then climbed in after him.
He wasn't more than thirty seconds at most before he emerged, looking exactly the same. Through the open door of the car she caught a glimpse of Robert slumped on the seat, his neck at an odd angle. She shivered as her Iceman spoke briefly to the driver and then slammed the door. He waited until the car drove off, spoke briefly into his phone and then returned to the shop.
He hadn't changed expression. Not once. Not when he'd been beating the crap out of Robert and not when he'd gotten out of the car. She was almost certain Robert was dead. Her Iceman hadn't bothered to call his leopard to fight Robert's. She knew that would have been a sign of respect and clearly the Iceman didn't feel any at all for Robert. Up close he smelled as good as he looked. A little wild. But like a cool forest, one covered in snow in the winter.
His eyes were even more beautiful than she'd first thought. So cold they made her shiver. So blue she thought she could drown. He wore gloves so it wasn't skin to skin contact, but it didn't matter, her body still reacted with heat. How could he know her name? It wasn't like it was on the bakery anywhere. Just an 'E'. She'd used calligraphy and the letter came out elegant, just what she was going for in her shop. Small Sweet Shoppe. She'd loved that for some odd reason and she still did.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her to her feet, retaining his hold so that she didn't fall. That something wild in her unfurled. Reached toward her Iceman until her skin felt tight, itched like crazy and then receded. That's what I do in my head.
Better to have a name, don' you think? Her cheek throbbed and burned like hell and she knew it was swelling. So was her eye. She'd have to go all day answering questions when customers started coming in. If they came in. She'd forgotten the sign was turned to close. His glacier-blue eyes moved over her face. No change in expression.
So much for being alluring with her sense of humor and her really nicely swollen face. She had to look awful. This was what came from being vain about her skin. A word. His name. Elation swept through her even as she knew, deep down, he was lying to her.
His name was not Alonzo. She heard the lie. Still, she let him get away with it because he'd just saved her from a savage beating.
Robert would have robbed her as well. She knew it with the same certainty that she knew Alonzo wasn't her Iceman's real name. Did it? It was wrong to kill someone by civilized law. The law of the shifters was different and rogues received a death sentence if they endangered others of the lair.
She'd left the lair and that life behind. She glanced up at him to see him looking down at her with a leopard's focus. He was as cold as ice. She shook her head and immediately wished she hadn't. A small sound escaped before she could stop it. He instantly lifted her into his arms, clearly done with their slow progress.
In his arms, held tight against his chest, she could feel those heavy muscles rippling as he glided across the floor. There was no jarring of her body, not the way he moved, so fluid, and not the way he held her, nearly crushing her against his chest. He swept into her kitchen, placed her into a chair and went to the refrigerator.
She wished she'd worn something nice. She didn't have a lot in the way of nice. She'd used her money for a down payment on a small house and the rest of it when to her bakery.
Every cent she had was tied up in her business, so no nice clothes. She didn't date so she didn't need them — until now. He pressed a bag of ice into her hand. When I ask a question I expect an answer. Her eyes met his and she shivered again. The glacier had just gotten colder if that was possible. He was troublemaker back home. I'd never met him until he came to the bakery. He wanted money.
She took a deep breath. Really, she didn't want to answer because it wasn't going to show her in a good light, but Robert wouldn't have stopped at a beating.
She knew his reputation. Evangeline lifted her chin, looked him straight in the eye and shook her head. She felt relief more than anything else. And guilt that she felt relief. The ice burned on the cheek but felt good. It seems I owe you again. I guess I'll have to give you free cinnamon cake for the rest of your life. He didn't respond. Nor did he smile. She sighed and looked down at her lap.
She shouldn't want his attention. He'd just killed a man. She couldn't be certain, but if he had, he'd done so casually and without emotion. She would be insane to be attracted to him and yet…she was. Attracted wasn't even a word she would use for what she was around him. I came in early so you would have plenty. She started to put the ice pack down but he pushed her hand back, covering it with his own.
He always wore those butter-soft gloves. Under them she could see the bulge of several rings. Big square, thick ones. She noticed them every single time he reached for his coffee mug. They intrigued her, just as the tattoos she could see drifting up his neck from under that perfect suit.
For some reason those tattoos made him all the hotter to her. She'd awakened twice now from a dream of peeling that suit from him to uncover all the treasures underneath. She felt the color rising and there was no way to stop it. Then you open the store. Your customers will wait. Even his voice affected her body, bringing all her nerve endings alive as if he had created an electrical charge between them.
Again, the female inside her moved toward the surface, toward him. Lazy really. As if she couldn't quite be bothered. She subsided quickly as she'd done before, leaving behind an unsettling itch that settled between her legs. She was going to kill her leopard. Evangeline had been born into a family of shifters. Her brothers had leopards. Her father and uncle did. It stood to reason she might as well.
Saria had talked to her about the feeling when a leopard began to surface. She knew she was one. She'd always known. Her female, Bebe , was as much a part of her as her own skin. As breathing. She had hidden the fact that she had a leopard from her friends, from her family. They would insist she return to the lair and she was never going back there.
Her name rolled off Alonzo's tongue with that accent that sent another shiver of awareness down her spine. Heat curled but Bebe stayed still. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him. She shook her head and again wished she hadn't moved so fast. Her cheek pounded and her eye hurt. Oh no. That was swelling too. Of course. She just had to look the absolute worst when he came in. He glanced at his watch, took the ice pack from her, threw it into the sink and tipped her head back, using one finger under her chin.
I noticed there are a lot of men. They'll believe anything you have to say. Her gaze jumped to his face. His voice was exactly the same. His face could have been carved from the glacier in his eyes. With all that, she felt like there was just a little bite in his remark as if maybe the thought of those male customers didn't sit well with him. He looked at her for a long time, wholly focused on her, his gaze drifting over her body and then moving back up to her face.
He nodded and turned away from her. Instinctively she knew that was the most she was going to get out of him. He bought three dozen of her cinnamon apple cookies and didn't stay to drink coffee.
Another car, this one also a town car, but with red trim through the black, was waiting at the curb for him. He came back on his usual days, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, sat in his seat with his back to the wall and drank his coffee and ate his baked goods. They had progressed to smiles and greeting him by name on her part and a nod with one single word, 'Evangeline', on his.
She looked forward to him coming in. She tried to give him his cinnamon-apple cake free, but he merely looked at her and pushed money across the counter at her.
At least he said her name. That was progress even if it took six months for him to do it. Several customers, male, noticed him, but left him strictly alone. When he wasn't there, they came back and warned her that he was dangerous. She shrugged and said he was a good customer and never caused any problems. One of the many times her Iceman sat at the table drinking his coffee, he suddenly looked up, his gaze going straight to the walkway outside her shop.
Evangeline followed her gaze and immediately stiffened. This could be bad. Quickly, she reached inside her cash register and grabbed the envelope stuffed there and hurried toward the front door. Alonzo was there before her. One arm circled her waist and he gently but very firmly put her behind him as he opened the door for the two men coming in.
Only he blocked the entrance preventing them from coming inside. Alonzo shook his head. Evangeline curled her fingers into the back of his suit jacket and held on, her heart pounding. If she didn't pay these men off, like everyone on the street did, she would find herself without a shop. They'd come in when she was renovating and explained they would never take more than necessary to keep her shop safe. She knew that meant pay up or they'd burn her out or something equally as horrible. She'd talked with other shop owners and all of them paid protection money.
She figured the price into her monthly budget. This shop is mine to take care of. He has a problem with that, I'll settle it myself. She was fairly certain he was talking about the mafia. Was he involved? The men shaking her down knew him by name, but they appeared to be afraid of him. She didn't want him in trouble with a mafia boss. Both men nearly fell backwards, stumbling away from her hand.
Her Iceman caught her wrist with a gentleness that shocked her and brought her hand down to his thigh. Alonzo didn't look at her, but continued staring at the two men who turned and walked very briskly away.
You never date. It was the last thing Evangeline expected him to ask. She still clutched the envelope in her hand holding it tight against his rock-hard thigh. Did he know she was leopard? Just what did 'like her' mean? Subtly she twisted her hand expecting him to release her. She couldn't keep her palm pressed against the heat of his thigh with his muscles moving deliciously beneath it and not react.
Heat spread through her like molten lava, a slow fire building in her veins and pooling low. He didn't release her hand. He didn't even seem to notice her small movement of retreat, but she knew he had. He noticed everything. His gaze remained on her face. All ice. So cold she thought she might freeze. There was no hint of his leopard.
There never was. She could almost forget he was a shifter, but she could never forget the danger that clung to him like a second skin. I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. This isn't a bad part of town, but it's near enough. You come here at three in the morning and work alone until you close. You need a man. He wasn't volunteering, that was for certain.
But he'd said she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. That was something. Of course he'd said it in his cold, devoid of all feeling voice, but he had at least thought it to say it. Again, even though there was no emotion in his voice, she still felt that little bite, as if he was annoyed beyond all endurance that she was single. He was silent, studying her face. Slowly he shook his head.
They know they will answer to me if they do. She dared to lay her hand on his arm as he turned away from her. I don' want you to get in trouble with anyone. Those men made it sound like someone was goin' to be upset with you for interferrin'.
I'd rather pay the money than have you get into trouble. He halted and looked down at her hand. Her fingers didn't even curl half way around his forearm. As a deterrent her hand seemed rather absurd to try to stop him. Still, he remained there, towering over her. I'm not going to let you do that. He removed her hand very gently, but he removed it and stepped away, toward the door. Evangeline waited for him for the next two weeks. She had the envelope filled with cash waiting for him or for the two men who came to collect each week.
Neither showed up and that worried her. Had something happened to him because he'd stood up for her? There was no way to get in touch with him. She didn't know his last name or where he worked. The other men, the ones in their suits suddenly stopped coming in as well. She'd heard on the news that Antonio Arnotto, famous for his wines had been murdered.
It was rumored he was actually a crime boss, and his territory was wide open for takeover. Speculation of a war began with various faces being flashed on the television. She watched carefully, but none of those faces belonged to Alonzo. Another week went by and still he didn't come. She was fairly certain he wouldn't now and she went over every single thing she'd said and done. She'd touched him. He was a man alone. He was frozen. Dead inside.
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