She cringed at the sight of the dilapidated shack they neared and she hoped this wasn't his house. It looked like it was ready to cave in.
If not for the clean, crisp mailbox, she wouldn't have believed anyone had been out here in a hundred or more years.
Talon stopped the bike and held it upright between his muscular thighs. He pulled a small remote from his pocket and used it to open the dilapidated shack door. It lifted up slowly.
Sunshine gaped as the lights came on and she saw inside the "shack."
There was nothing run-down about the inside of the building. It was high tech and sparkling, and filled with a fortune in motorcycles and one sleek black Viper.
Oh God, he was a drug dealer!
Her stomach knotted in fear of what she had let herself in for. She should never have come out here with him!
He parked the motorcycle next to the car, then helped her off the seat.
"Um... Talon?" she asked, looking around his collection of vintage Harleys. "What do you do for a living? You said you were an illegal alien, right?"
He gave that familiar tight-lipped smile as he placed his helmet on a rack that contained twelve helmets she was sure cost a minimum of a thousand dollars each. "Yes, and to answer your first question, I'm independently wealthy."
"And you got that way how?"
"I was born into it."
Sunshine felt a little better, but she still had to ask the one question that was nagging her most. "So you don't do anything illegal like run drugs, right?"
Once again, he looked offended. "Good Lord no, woman. Why would you think that?"
Her eyes wide, she looked around the expensive garage and high-tech male toys. "I have no idea."
He pressed a button and closed the main door, sealing them in.
She followed after him while he led her to the back of the garage where he had two very nice, expensive catamarans docked. Everything in this building was truly state-of-the-art. "If you have all this money, why are you an illegal alien?"
Talon snorted. He could tell her that he was in this bayou before America was even a country, and that he didn't need any stinking piece of paper to make him legal, but as a Dark-Hunter he was forbidden to tell her anything about their lifestyle or existence. So he opted for an easy and true excuse. "You have go to the courthouse during daylight hours to fill out the paperwork. Since I can't go out into sunlight..."
She looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure you're not a vampire?"
"I wasn't until the moment I saw you."
"Meaning?"
He moved to stand next to her so that she had to crane her neck to look up at him. His jaw flexed as he stared down at her while his body craved hers in a way most desperate. "Meaning I would love nothing more than to sink my teeth into your skin and devour you."
She bit her lower lip and gave him an impish, heated once-over. "Mmm, I like it when you talk like that."
She stepped into his arms.
Talon's body burned as he dipped his head down to kiss her.
Sunshine moaned at the taste of him. What was it about this man that attracted her so and made her want to gobble him up?
He pulled back suddenly and she pouted in protest.
"We'd best hurry," he said. "It'll be dawn before much longer and it's still a ride to my cabin."
"Your cabin? Is it anything like this shack?"
"You'll see." He moved away from her to start the catamaran.