Bite Me If You Can - Argeneau Series - Book 6 Page 0,73

do work the bar sometimes at night when someone’s sick, but I own the place, too,” Leigh said, and explained, “Donny didn’t show up all week so I filled in. That’s why I was working the bar when Morty and Bricker came in.” She tipped her head, curious. “They still eat, obviously? At least Bricker does. Mortimer seemed mostly to pick at his food.”

“He was just there to keep Bricker company. Bricker’s younger and still eats food.”

“So do you,” Leigh pointed out with amusement as he finished off the sausage she’d been too full to eat and he’d snatched from her plate.

Lucian’s chewing slowed and an odd expression crossed his face. Before she could ask about it, the waitress was at their table.

“Are we all set? Or can I get you anything else?” the woman asked cheerfully.

“We’re done,” Lucian answered, then glanced at Leigh and added, “We should get back. It’s after eight and the couriers start delivering at eight-thirty.”

Leigh’s eyes brightened with excitement. “Then we can go shopping.”

Twelve

“I’m going to go check again.”

Lucian glanced up from the notes he was making, his mouth curving with amusement as Leigh tossed aside the book she’d been trying to read and headed for the library door. They’d been home exactly one hour and twenty-one minutes and she’d already gone to look out the front window to see if the courier was coming up the drive at least thirty times. The woman was up and down like a jack-in-the-box.

Shaking his head, Lucian glanced back at the notes he was making for his next conversation with Mortimer and read over what he’d written. He’d decided to give the men a break and not call them while they were sleeping today. Mortimer didn’t make much sense when half asleep anyway, and Lucian had a lot of questions to ask, so he was making a list of those questions and any ideas he could think of to help the hunt along.

He made another note and smiled to himself. Oddly enough, he no longer resented not being on the hunt. At the moment, he’d much rather make notes, give them suggestions to follow up, and go shopping with Leigh. But then, he was finding the woman much more exciting than he’d found hunts in a while.

Lucian sat back in his chair and thought back to breakfast. He’d enjoyed that. The food, the company…the sex. His mouth curved at the memory of what he’d done at the table. He hadn’t meant to…or perhaps it was more accurate to say he simply hadn’t been able to help himself. There had been something seductive about Leigh feeding him, and when she’d dropped the bit of sausage on the table and reached to pick it up, he hadn’t even thought, but simply grabbed her hand and started to pull it to his mouth to take the sausage from her fingers. But then his eyes had found hers as his mouth had closed around her flesh. He’d heard the soft puff of air that slipped from her parting lips, heard the way her breathing accelerated with excitement, and seen the way her eyes drooped to half-mast before closing all the way. He hadn’t been able to stop the images that flashed though his own mind of the two of them together…in the shower, on his bed, right there in the restaurant. And he’d projected them out at her.

While true life mates couldn’t read each other, they could send their thoughts to each other once they’d both turned, though usually that kind of bond didn’t happen until a couple had been together for a while. But Lucian was positive that Leigh had received the images he’d projected. She’d jerked as if startled, then sat completely still, her breathing becoming more labored, and small sighs and one soft moan slipping from her lips. He had been affected himself, and might have done something silly if the waitress hadn’t arrived to throw cold water over the moment.

Lucian glanced toward the door as it opened and Leigh moved unhappily back into the room.

“You’re as impatient as a child,” he teased as she began to pace, not even pretending to return to her book.

Leigh turned a sharp eye his way and sniffed. “So? You’re as grumpy as an old man.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been accused of being grumpy, but he didn’t think he was at the moment. “I am not grumpy.”

Leigh shrugged. “It’s all right, I’m used to it.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed as she went