When Angels Fall (3 page)

Her shoulders stiffened
at his words
, and her gaze zeroed in on his face. A line creased her brow, made her look…
c
ute. She picked apart the subtext of his words, and he waited for her to make the connection between father and son. Not many knew about the secret world of the two-natured.

“
I
’
m not…
”
she trailed off, looked
at
James who watched their exchange in rapt, unhappy silence.

Peter leaned forward again, slower this time, and was idiotically pleased when she didn
’
t back away. He tipped his head toward hers and deliberately let
their shoulders
brush
again
. Conspiratorially, he whispered,
“
Two-natured? It
’
s okay. I know.
”

Two glasses of whiskey slammed to the bar, hard enough for a few drops to land on his hand. Peter raised his
eyes
, glared at James. He scraped his glass across the bar, sat back.

“
I
’
m ready whenever you are, old man,
”
Peter said.

Eva glanced between them, noticed the tension and looked like she was going to do her best to defuse it. Stepping between two fighting cats was never a smart move.

“
You
’
re new here,
”
she interrupted.
“
Are you in town for the funeral
?
”

She had no idea who he was.

“
Hell
if I know
why I
’
m here
,
”
he murmured, took a drink.
“
I hardly knew Greg
.
”

At the mention of his father
’
s name, her
eyes water
ed
. The tip of her nose reddened as if she were about to cry.
Damn
. He didn
’
t deal well with leaking women. The unbecoming blotches on the forehead gave him hives.

She
sniffled back the tears and earned yet another notch in her favor.
“
How come I
didn
’
t see you at the church?
”

Damn. He needed an excuse to dislike her, more than circumstance.

He looked away, contemplated his liquor in order to suppress the guilt. After a minute, his sights lifted from the amber liquid to meet the curious expression in her eyes.

“
You didn
’
t see me because I never went inside. I decided to get drunk instead.
”

“
Oh,
”
she said softly.

He motioned toward her glass.
“
Liquor dulls the pain and from the looks of you, you could use some numbing.
Drink it.
”

Eva pushed an errant curl behind her ear, sent a new wave of scent his way that went straight to his cock.
He was going to need a lot more booze.

“
Jame
s,
”
he called, downed his whiskey as if it were water. He sucked in a breath, hissed through the heat.
“
Leave the bottle.
”

His uncle ignored him, stared at Eva as if trying to warn her off a potential sex offender.
As if just sitting next to him would infect her with something awful.
James had no idea what kind of a man Peter
was, and the reaction
pissed him off. A fierce, low growl erupted from his chest.

He wouldn
’
t apologize for his lack of control, not in front of James. Testosterone did funny things to self-restraint, even stranger things to his libido. Reining in the anger, he said to Eva, only a hint of the rumbling in his chest remaining,
“
Let
’
s grab a table in the back.
You can catch me up with what
Greg
spent the last years of his life doing. Or, you can just sit and watch me drink. I don
’
t care. We don
’
t have to talk.
”

They could do other things that didn
’
t involve talking, but for now, he
’
d keep those thoughts to himself.

She met his gaze, the indecision clear in her bloodshot eyes. The scent of her apprehension filled the space between them. He hadn
’
t slept in days, had eaten only enough to take the edge off. Who could blame him if his grin was forced, or if his tone was just a little hostile? Never looking
away
from Eva, he addressed the
older man
.
“
James, tell her
she
’
s safe with me
.
”

Silence. What a nice, ringing endorsement.

Eva broke the hold of his gaze, looked at James, a man she probably considered her uncle. Her mouth softened when she looked up at him, and out of nowhere, the stab of jealousy was back and ripping through his gut. The sappy, doe-eyed look his uncle gave her in return didn
’
t help matters.

“
What do you think, James?
”
She
started to roll her glass much like he had before she
’
d walked in and turned him upside down. Had she grown up watching Greg in his office chair, rolling his crystal glass back and forth as he had?

His uncle
placed a full bottle of his father
’
s favorite whiskey between them, was careful not to look Peter in the eye.
What game was he playing?
“
You
’
re a big girl, Eva, that
’
s what your dad used to always say. Use your instincts.
”

Dad.
Peter swore he heard his jaw pop.
“
He wasn
’
t her
father
,
”
he hissed.

From the biting cold outside, to the warm temperature of the bar, Eva
’
s cheeks had taken on a rosy glow. One that looked good on her, one that he imag
in
ed she
’
d get on her chest and neck when she climaxed. Peter watched the color drain. A hard edge of beautiful anger filled her eyes, erased the exhaustion she emitted.

“
You
’
re a real asshole, you know that?
”
she snapped.

He fought the immediate instinct to
grin. Smiling at this point would have earned him a slap across the face.

Holding up his hands
.
“
I
’
m just stating a fact. Greg never
had a daughter, not one that would be your age, anyway.
”

“
Fine,
”
she seethed,
leaned
closer to him so when she spoke it was a few inches from his face. Her breath smelled of mint, and he savored the taste when it lingered on his tongue.

“
He wasn
’
t my
biological
father. But he was the closest thing I ever had to one. In my entire life I
’
ve loved one man, and one man only. Not two hours ago, I sealed his ashes in a fucking jar.
I
f you
’
ll excuse me, I
’
ll be going home now.
”

At Eva
’
s loud, heartfelt outburst, every person in the bar turned to stare at them. Chairs scraped backward on the wooden floor, boots thudded to the ground. The air shifted as one by one the patrons of
Lost Isle
stood. The chorus was a clear signal he was about to have the entire town converging on him in a matter of seconds.

Bring it on
, the leopard growled.

Peter pushed his beast back, forced himself to react. He grabbed Eva
’
s wrist, stopped her from walking away from him. The moment their skin met, he jolted. Not from the shocking ice of her skin, but from the electric hot current zapping between them. The sudden, overwhelming urge to wrap her in his arms, to press her nose into his neck consumed.

“
I
’
m sorry, Eva. If you knew me, you
’
d know how rare it is that I apologize. I should not have said that. Sit back down.
”

“
No,
”
she snapped, ripp
ing
her arm from his grasp.

Did her
‘
no
’
mean she wasn
’
t sitting back down? Tension coiled, and stupidly he found himself holding his breath.

Chapter Two

Peter blew out a breath as Eva sat back down on her stool.

She glared at him.
“
Damn right y
ou shouldn
’
t have said that. What is wrong with you?
”

“
I was raised by a pack of wild animals?
”
Peter suggested, and felt so relieved she
’
d stayed he let the full impact of his boyish, sometimes charming, grin show through.

With a huff and a backwards wave of her hand, she settled the patrons teeming
for a fight.
They sat,
but
it didn
’
t take much to guess the town wasn
’
t happy about Eva
’
s decision to handle the outsider on her own. The leopard sensed their agitation, smelled their thirst for blood. Peter made an easy target for their anger and grief.

He held out a hand to her, one
that
she stared dumbly at.

“
You
’
re joking
,
right?
”
she said.

He shook his head.
“
You should also know, in addition to my rare apologies, and my two-naturedness, I
’
ve got zero manners.
”
He picked up her hand, placed it in his much larger one in a parody of a handshake.
“
Let me try this again. Hi, I
’
m Peter. I
’
m a complete and utter asshole. Now, who might you be?
”

Reluctantly she gripped his hand, shook. If he wasn
’
t mistaken, he caught the glimmer of a smile figh
ting its way through the tight line of her lips
.

“
I
’
m Eva.
”

When she would have pulled her hand from his, he held tighter.

She stared into his eyes, waited a full minu
te before she broke the mounting tension
.

“
Peter.
”
She
said his name slowly, erotically, as if tasting the name on her tongue. Or maybe his cock was doing the majority of his thinking a
s
she simply tried to reconcile the name with a face from her past.
“
What did you say your last name was?
”

His grin faltered and he let go of her hand.
“
I didn
’
t.
Now, how about that drink?
You look like you could use a whiskey. Lord knows I need the entire bottle.
What
do you have to lose? Liquor will erase the chill from your skin.
”

A suspicious, oddly sexy, gleam flashed in her eyes. Peter wasn
’
t accustomed to people, women especially, questioning him. Damn if it wasn
’
t a huge turn on.

“
What do you get out of it?
”
she asked.

“
A drink
ing buddy.
”

She shifted, head angling toward James for guidance. Yeah, he didn
’
t think so. Peter touched her silky soft cheek, brought her attention back to him.
“
You
’
re a big girl, remember? It
’
s a drink
in a crowded bar.
Listen to your gut, what
’
s it telling you about me?
”

There was no hesitation, no polite one-second pause to think it over.
“
Instincts tell me
you
’
ve either got multiple per
sonalities, or
Greg
meant something to you
. You
’
re
conflicted,
hurting, lonely, and for some reason you don
’
t want to show it. It
’
s a dangerous combination mixed with liquor.
”

Accurate and more than a little unsettling. Before he could stop himself, he swiped the callused pad of his thumb along her full, lower lip
, if only because he needed to feel if the flesh was as soft as it looked
. His voice lowered, and he let the sights, smells and sounds fade into the background.
“
Come on, Eva, have a drink with me.
”

She searched his gaze, picked through the emotions roiling in his eyes.

“
I should have my head examined for even considering it after what you said to me a few minutes ago,
”
she muttered.

Peter rose, cradled his bottle of whiskey in one arm, held his glass in the other.
“
I don
’
t speak girl. Is that a yes?
”
When she made no move to join him, he hiked an eyebrow.
“
Are you coming or what?
”

Poor word choice, he realized. His cock twitched and he suddenly knew exactly what he wanted. No, needed. Eva coming in his mouth, on his dick. If he could lose himself in her body, perhaps he could forget everything else.

“
Why not?
”
Eva finally said as she slid off the stool.

“
Peter…
”
James growled. The single word held a breadth of warning, one Peter had no intention of heeding.

He
didn
’
t look back at his uncle.
“
Mind your own business,
”
he called out and followed the sh
arp angle of the bar toward an empty table in a shadowed corner.

From behind him, he heard Eva rap her knuckles on the bar. There was a pause, a short, whispered conversation which he could have heard if it weren
’
t for the Godawful music playing in the background.

Peter looked around the room, took in the rustic bar with its wood motif and mounted heads of moose and elk. He remembered killing those animals with his father and uncle when he
’
d been ten. Too many memories. With half an ear, he listened as best he could.

Eva said in a hushed voice,
“
He
’
s hurting.
”

“
Don
’
t let him fool you. He
’
s dangerous, you don
’
t know him,
”
his uncle rasped.

“
It
’
s just a drink,
”
she replied.

“
Eva, it ain
’
t never just a drink and you damn well know it. Let me drive you home, or better yet, come back to my place. I
’
ll take care of you, you don
’
t have to be alone.
I still have those papers for you to sign.
”

“
Ugh. I can
’
t look at any more legal documents. Besides, y
ou have enough to take care of without worrying about me. I
’
ll see you tomorrow at the meeting,
okay?
”
she said, and that seemed to end the conversation.

A second later, he felt Eva behind him like a wave of sunshine at his back. He looked away from the carcasses he
’
d been staring at, ignored the various portrait landscapes of mountains and forests. Moving to the back corner, he chose a lone table. He held out a chair, gestured for Eva to sit. She looked over her shoulder, gaze darting around the room. After a moment, she gave in and sat.

“
Worried about what the locals might think?
”
he asked, sinking down in the chair across from her.

Under the table, their legs brushed. Neither made any move to separate. Maybe she was just as desperate for human contact as he was.

“
I
’
m not stupid
;
like James said, and don
’
t pretend you weren
’
t listening because I could prac
tically see your ears twitching,
‘
It
’
s never
just a drink.
’
A man brings a woman to a shadowed booth for only one reason: To get into her pants.
”
She heaved in a deep breath, tried to smile and failed.
“
I suppose speculating about if I
’
m going to let you fuck me or not will give the townspeople something other than Greg to gossip about.
”

Peter, who
’
d taken a mouthful of whiskey, coughed at her unexpected words, drew in a breath and choked like an idiot. A wide, self-satisfied grin spread across her face, and it was all too easy to imagine waking up next to her, watching her smile light up the room when the sun couldn
’
t.

“
I kind of like it when you use the word fuck,
”
he said
as he
struggled to salvage his composure.

Eva shook her head.
“
You
’
re such a man.
”

She took a tentative sip of whiskey, eyes immediately widening. Swallowing, she coughed and then sputtered, much as he had. Her open hand slapped the table until she regained the ability to breath
e
.

His laughter was automatic and
,
to his surprise, genuine. The murderous glare she shot him ramped up his arousal. Oh yeah. He wanted her.

“
What the hell is this stuff? Poison?
”
she asked.

“
For your liver? Yes.
”
He took a healthy swig, shoved the glass she
’
d pushed away back in front of her.
“
The second sip won
’
t be so bad. After a few, it
’
ll hardly burn. Don
’
t be a baby.
”

“
Are you trying to get me drunk
? Where
’
s the sportsmanship in that?
”

As he leaned
across the table, the glass he clasped in both his hands bumped over the scuffed wood. The scraping sound lifted the hair on the back of his neck. Peter stopped short of touching her. He left just enough space between his knuckles and hers to make her wonder if, or when, he
’
d close the gap.

“
Sportsmanship only counts when trying to acquire trophies. You don
’
t strike me as the type who wants to be
‘
won.
’”

“
I
’
m no one
’
s trophy,
”
she said firmly.

He tried his charm on her again, gave her a lopsided grin and hoped the whiskey had eroded a few holes in her armor.
“
As for getting you liquored up, that all depends on what kind of a drunk you are.
”

Eva eyed him, sipped. Nope. Still immune.

“
Oh, this should be good.
Why don
’
t you guess?
”
she suggested.

He thought for a moment.
“
You
’
re a happy drunk. No, not given the circumstances. Emotional? Nah, too easy. How about violent?
”
He shook his head.
“
I think I got it.
”
His gaze slid from her eyes to her neck. He traced the graceful line of her throat, thought about sinking his canines into her flesh, and dropped his sights to her breasts. Quite obviously, he ogled her assets. She had nice tits. Not too big, not too small. Looking up, he said,
“
I bet you
’
re a horny drunk.
”

Eva bit her lower lip, suppressed a chuckle for all of about two seconds before a lilting laugh left her.
“
Oh my God.
”
She wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of her eyes.
“
That was, hands down, the worst pickup line I
’
ve ever heard. Horny? Really? Peter, I want you to look around you. These men in their plaid finery have been hitting on me since I hit legal age, some even before that. Do you know how many marriage proposals I get in a week?
”