“Why are you here?”
“To make you see sense. You need to take care of Elaine.”
“I am. I mean I’m trying.”
The cloudswhooshedin front of him, spinning and whirling, forming Lloyd’s shape. The shadow figure moved and sounded like Lloyd, but its appearance remained hazy. “Do more.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Another cloud spun by, whipping Elaine toward him. She fell into his arms, her eyes shining with coyness. As Connor held her, her fingers worked the top buttons on her blouse, revealing her spectacular cleavage.
“Be her mate.”
Lloyd’s voice was clearer now, echoing in Connor’s head. His last words sounded over and over, even as the clouds swarmed around him.
Be her mate.
Each syllable seemed to drag Connor down into a darkness that had no bottom. As much as he clawed at Lloyd’s specter, he tumbled into the abyss. As he reached out one last time, his fingers snagged in Elaine’s clothing and he dragged her down with him.
No! He didn’t want to be responsible for her downfall.
She screamed. Lloyd laughed. Lightning flashed.
Be her mate. Be her mate.
Connor awoke to a pounding headache. He opened his eyes and looked around, straining his eyes in the darkness for a glimpse of the awful clouds.
They were gone, and he was alone on the couch.
The cabin was dark and still. No one had heard his struggles. Thank Christ for that. All he needed was to have to explain to Elaine that he’d had some weird sort of sexy dream about her.
“What the hell was that?” He spoke the question aloud, expecting Lloyd to answer.
He didn’t.
With a sigh, he lay back down.It was just a dream, a stupid dream.
Even still, Lloyd’s words haunted him until morning.
