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And it reminded him why he had made it his habit to avoid being around women as much as possible.
    Damn you, Desiderius.
    Because right then it was hard to remember he couldn't have her. And even harder to forget the way she smelled. The way she moved—like a confident dancer. Her lithe body was a symphony of grace and all too easily he could imagine her sitting on top of him as he showed her a sexual pleasure he was quite certain no other man had ever given her.
    His loins tightened to the point of pain. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been this hard for a woman. And it took all his willpower not to kiss her. Not to bury his lips against her throat and inhale her warm sweetness as he…
    Kyrian flexed his hand on her shoulder as he realized all he had to do was lower his hand three inches and he would be cupping her breast.
    Just three
tiny
inches…
    Suddenly, the sound of a walkie-talkie broke the silence.
    "It's a construction worker," she whispered, bolting to a window.
    Kyrian hissed as she pulled him into the sunlight. He jerked her back into the darkness.
    "Sorry," she whispered. She edged closer to the window, making sure to keep him out of the sun.
    "Hey!" Amanda called as she saw the man a few feet away, poking around an old tractor.
    The construction worker looked up at her and did a double-take. Scowling, he walked over to the window and looked inside. His eyes narrowed on them. "What are you doing in there? This area is off-limits to the public."
    "It's a long story," Amanda said. "The short version is I got left here. You wouldn't happen to have a cell phone I could borrow, would you?"
    Still scowling, he handed his cell phone to her through the open window.
    Hunter immediately took it from her hand.
    "Hey!" she snapped, reaching for it.
    Moving it out of her reach, he ignored her while he dialed a number.
    "Where are we?" Hunter asked the construction worker as he placed the phone to his ear.
    "The old Olson Plant."
    "In
Slidell?"
    Amanda arched a brow that the Dark-Hunter would recognize it. She'd lived in
New Orleans all her life and had no idea this place existed.
    "Yeah," the worker said.
    Hunter nodded.
    "Hey," he said into the phone, "it's me. I'm at the Olson Plant in
Slidell. Do you know where it is?"
    He paused as he listened to whoever was on the other end.
    Amanda watched him closely. It amazed her that he was able to talk without showing his fangs, but he disguised them well.
    And now that she thought about it, how could a vampire be so tanned and warm? How could he have a pulse and a heartbeat?
    Weren't vampires supposed to be the cold, pale undead?
    "Yes," Hunter said. "I need a ride out of here, preferably before the sun gets any higher."
    The Dark-Hunter turned the phone off and tossed it out the window to the construction worker.
    "Hey!" she snapped, reaching out of the window to reclaim the phone. "I need that."
    "Who are you going to call?" Hunter asked menacingly.
    "None of your damn business."
    Hunter took the phone out of her hand. "As long as we're attached, it is my business."
    She narrowed her eyes on him as she grabbed the phone. "Mess with me, buster, and I'll take another two steps to my right."
    His heated glare sent a shiver over her. "Don't you dare call your sister. "
    The seething look on his face made her rethink pushing her luck. She handed the phone back to the worker. "Thanks," she said.
    The construction worker clipped the phone to his belt and gave them a chiding stare. "You know, you two need to get out of there. This b—"
    The Dark-Hunter held his hand up and the man's eyes went blank, empty. "There's no one in the building. Go do whatever you need to do."
    The man walked off without another word.
    Mind control? Amanda gaped at Hunter.
    Of course he had mind control. He was a vampire.
    "You better not use that on me," Amanda said.
    "Don't worry. You're too strong-willed for it to work."
    "Good."
    "Not from where I'm standing, it isn't."
    Though the words