“Then for now we focus on Eddie. I’ve got Faraday looking into him. Maybe he’ll find something that puts all of this together.”
Her head came up. “You don’t think Eddie could be the guy who shot you?”
“No idea. I’m not overlooking any possibility.”
They finished their meal, then went into the bar for a brandy before heading up to Cain’s room. By the time they got there, both of them were running a fever, the kind that made her want to tear off his clothes. Cain had been gone for a week. They’d made passionate love after the masked ball, then gone to the ranch, where Cain had been shot.
He’d been in the hospital, finally gotten out, but they had both been exhausted on Halloween night, and there was the problem of ghosts. Or as it turned out, fake ghosts.
Jenny needed him tonight, and from the hot glitter in his dark eyes, he needed her, too. They went up to his suite, barely made it into the entry before he was kissing her. In seconds, the kiss turned hot, wet, and hungry, and Cain began pulling off her clothes.
Jenny tugged Cain’s white shirt out of his black pants, saw the ragged scar from the stitches in his shoulder, and gentled her touch. Frustrated, Cain began to help her, tugging so hard, one of the buttons went flying across the room.
Jenny ran her hand over his bare chest. The man had the sexiest body. Jenny couldn’t get enough of him.
“Damn, I want you,” Cain said. They kissed as he finished stripping her out of her clothes. The next thing she knew he was lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her over to the new live-edge table next to the window. He kicked one of the chairs out of the way and set her on top.
Long, deep kisses followed. Jenny’s arms went around his neck as he moved between her legs. Sliding his zipper down, he freed himself and slid inside.
Jenny moaned. Cain moved out and drove in, taking her with long, determined strokes. Sweet pleasure rolled through her, making her tremble, and her body tightened around him.
Cain didn’t stop until she climaxed, kept going till she tipped over the edge again, dragging him along with her to a powerful release. They were spent and clinging to each other by the time he was finished.
He tipped his forehead against hers. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about you. I can’t seem to get enough.”
Jenny softly kissed him. “You’re just making up for the time you were gone.”
He smiled and kissed her again. “Yeah, one of my worst ideas.”
“Let’s go to bed,” Jenny said. “Your shoulder still isn’t completely well.”
He smiled. “For some reason, I’ve forgotten all about it.”
True to his word, Cain carried her into the bedroom, and they started all over again, slower this time. Jenny still worried about his injury, though it seemed to be healing well. Cain was the only man who had ever satisfied her, but it was more than just his physical size and strength.
It was the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. As if she were the most important person in the world. Deep down, she knew it was a feeling she would never find with another man.
Jenny refused to think about it. She had no idea what the future held for either of them. There were too many problems, too much happening.
Some of it deadly.
* * *
Cain met his grandmother downstairs for breakfast the following morning. There was a bit more color in Nell’s pale face, her carriage a little straighter than when she had first arrived in town. His grandmother was happy in Jerome. The thought that he had been able to give Nell her dream made him smile.
Cain rose and pulled out a chair, bent and kissed Nell’s cheek as he seated her. She took the linen napkin next to her plate and spread it over her lap. They both ordered, then sipped coffee as they waited for the food to arrive.
“I heard a wild rumor that you had a bunch of ghost hunters workin’ over at Jenny’s place yesterday.”
“Not true. In fact, Max and his crew are the exact opposite of ghost hunters. I hired them to debunk what’s been happening at the hotel.”
“And did they?”
“Somewhat.”
“What does that mean? They found ghosts or they didn’t?”
His grandmother had always been far too perceptive. She could recognize a half-truth a mile away. “They figured out that someone installed small wireless speakers and video equipment to scare the ballocks off the guests in some of the rooms.”
