Read Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game for Free Online

cut efficiently through the water. Strangely, when she swam, his body always went on alert, every sense flaring into self-preservation mode. She was a beautiful swimmer.
    She moved with the rhythm of a ballerina, silently and gracefully. He knew she had fast reflexes. He’d even tested them a time or two, simply because of this—the way she swam.
    When she allowed herself to forget he was near, she swam fast like a racer, but when he’d asked if she’d ever competed, she’d flicked him a glance of such utter disdain that when one second later she’d laughed and said of course, he knew she was lying to him.
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    close. He wiped his face with the towel and continued to watch her perfect form. It was mesmerizing to see the way she shot beneath the water as she made the turn, gliding half the distance to the other side before surfacing to stroke. Not a single sound gave her presence away, even as she surfaced, and that was more than fascinating to him. He practically lived in water, and just how could she be so completely silent?
    Saber. He played with her name in his mind. A sword—for justice? She’d taken the name, obviously.
    And where did Wynter fit in? Things just didn’t add up with his roommate, yet he couldn’t bring himself to put his team on it. He sighed as he watched her surface again, looking first at the shimmering leaves on the tiles and then up at the ceiling.
    She looked so exotic, yet innocent. She was thin, but there was muscle beneath that smooth skin. She turned her head and found him—and smiled. God. It hit him like a punch in the gut. His body immediately heated, blood rushing, centering in his groin, until he thought he might burst with need. The wariness was ingrained in her—those violet-blue eyes, so unusual, so haunted, were always restless, searching for an enemy.
    He knew part of the reason she relaxed with him was because he was in a wheelchair and she didn’t perceive him as a threat. It wasn’t that she didn’t see—or recognize—the predator in him; she simply didn’t believe the threat existed any longer.
    “Are you going to swim all night?”
    “I’m thinking about it,” she conceded. “It’s this or the hot tub.”
    “I feel compelled to point out the hot tub is much warmer and that you’re turning blue. The color looks good on you though, it goes with your eyes.”
    She laughed, the way he knew she would. He loved that he could make her laugh—really laugh. Genuine and happy. It had taken months of patience, but she had finally let him in, just a little bit. She trusted him.
    But maybe she shouldn’t. She had a false impression of who and what he was, but he wasn’t about to scare her off by showing her the real Jess Calhoun. She could believe this life, the radio station, the songwriting. The man who treated her gently.
    Saber climbed the ladder, shivered, and hurried to the hot tub, taking a seat opposite him. “I didn’t realize I was so cold.”
    That was another thing he’d noticed about Saber—she ignored her comfort level, even pain, as if she could block sensation for long periods of time.
    “Where’d you meet Larry?” Because he was going to have a few words with the man.“What’s his last name and where does he work?”
    She made a face. “He’s a bartender, and believe me, Jesse, he’s not worth the trouble, so back it on down and forget the whole thing. It was my own fault anyway.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I don’t know why I do half the things I do. Going out with Larry was a bad idea and entirely my fault.”
    “Why did you go out with him?”
    She looked relaxed, something Saber rarely did. She was in constant motion, like