He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shaneโs solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. โHow can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day weโve had?โ โI sweat perfume. Like all girls.
Rachel CaineWon? Heโs one of them! How exactly is that winning?โ Michael shook his head, moved up behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. He kissed the nape of her neck gently. โI donโt know, Eve. Iโm just telling you what I heard. He got some kind of agreement out of the vampires. And it was because Amelie loved him.โ โYeah, loved him enough to kill him and turn him into a bloodsucking fiend,โ Eve said grimly. โHow sweet. Romance isnโt dead. Oh, wait. It is.
Rachel CaineThere's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!" Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?
Rachel CaineIt's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do." He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. "But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.
Rachel Caine