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to stall as he thought about the
best way to answer the question. It melted in his mouth. He rarely ate red meat
anymore, something about it reminding him too much of blood. But damn, it
tasted good. “Name’s Logan Walker. I’m a night manager at a hotel named Zen, in
San Francisco. But I have a nighttime hobby similar to yours.”
    Her lips pursed and she looked over her shoulder before
whispering, “How did you find me?”
    “Wasn’t easy, let me tell you.” He paused to relish another
juicy bite. “But where you read emotions, I see events—past, present and
future. Though to find you, I had help from someone else like me.”
    “Like you?”
    Logan wasn’t sure if she looked stricken or hopeful. He
prayed for hopeful. “You didn’t think you were alone, did you? This fight’s
been going on for centuries. No way could one person ever be effective alone.”
    Bree glanced over at a large man who’d stepped out of the
kitchen and behind the counter. “And just what kind of hobby do you think I
have?”
    Logan locked eyes with the man who must be one of her
brothers and gave a friendly smile and nod. “Demon hunting, what else?” He held
up a hand as she started to respond. “Don’t bother denying it, won’t do any
good. Just think about it, talk it over with your brothers and look me up when
you’re ready to discuss things. I’m just going to finish my dinner, pay my bill
and head back to my hotel.”
    He stared deeply in her eyes, trying to imprint this moment
in his memory. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
    She blinked, taking a step back and shaking herself. She
tore the bill off her pad and laid it on the table. “Don’t expect any refills
and you better leave a damn good tip.”
    He grinned at her retreating shoulders.
    Sabine always did have a temper.
    * * * * *
    Who the hell was that guy? Bree couldn’t help but
stare at him as he finished eating. He was attractive, in a dangerous sort of
way. He didn’t feel like one of the possessed but she couldn’t get a good read
on him either. And how did he know about that anyway? Only her brothers knew
about her ability to feel out emotions. No one else should even suspect such a
thing was possible.
    “Do you trust him?” Ty whispered as he leaned over her
shoulder to look at their mysterious customer. He hadn’t liked what she told
him the man had said any more than she did.
    “Don’t know.” Bree pursed her lips and for once wished her
powers were stronger. She needed to feel this new guy out. “I don’t think he’s
possessed but that doesn’t mean he’s one of the good guys.”
    “I’ll call Matt and Wes and have them run a check on him.
Logan Walker, right?”
    “Yeah, from San Francisco.” She continued staring as Ty
walked back to the phone in the kitchen. By that evening, between Matt’s
connections, Wes’ journalistic tricks, and Jordan’s hacking skills, they’d know
everything there was to know about Mr. Walker.
    Logan .
    The name sounded right and wrong at the same time. Something
deep inside her expected it to sound more familiar and in a way it still did,
just not exactly right .
    What was going on?
    “He’s hot.”
    Bree rolled back her automatic retort as the cute, petite
annoyance with blonde hair leaned in on her. Why did Crystal always want to
talk to her like they were friends? What did the woman expect from her? The
way she treated Jordan, you’d think she’d realize that I don’t like her, that
I’m not fooled and can see her for the grade-A bitch she is.
    But for once Bree had to admit that the other woman was
right. Logan might be a mystery right now but he was hot.
    He definitely had the look of a rebel, with his black
leather pants and jacket. But the clothes made sense if he rode a motorcycle
all the way here from San Francisco. Also, the leather would provide protection
during a demon fight. So he was tough but that didn’t mean he was a bastard.
    He kept his hair short around the sides and long on