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we?
We’re here to protect Raven, not fuck her.
    Except at that moment Raven leaned forward, resting
her forearms on the bar top which gave him an even better view of
what looked like a perfect set of tits. Not so large they’d smother
him and not so small he’d never find them. Nope, just the right
size for him.
    She was still looking at him in a calculating way he
swore was a tactic he’d used many times. He never minded a direct
woman. It was always nice to know you were on the same page.
    He waited for her to suggest they meet for dinner.
He’d respectfully decline and still manage to be in the hotel
restaurant the same time she was. He didn’t want to appear too
eager to spend time with her.
    “So Brady.”
    “So Rae.” He grinned, mimicking her tone.
    Her voice was low and held a husky tone that flowed
over him like warm water. “Do you surf?”
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    “Not good, Rae. Not good at all,” Raven muttered, as
she stripped off her bikini and stepped into the shower that
resembled a rock waterfall. “Why not bore the man into a coma?
There were a million questions you could ask him other than if he
surfed?” Which surprised her when he admitted he did surf but
hadn’t had the chance to go out for some time. Still feeling like
an idiot with her question, she made her escape as soon as she
could and retreated to her suite before she screwed up any more.
Who knew carrying on a conversation with a human man could be so
difficult?
    She stood under the flowing water and looked at the
bottles of body washes and bath oils set on the shelf like a
smorgasbord of scents. Shopping proved to be a feast for the senses
as well as the eyes as she indulged in bright colored clothing with
not a hint of black anywhere along with cosmetics and bath and body
products that would keep her smelling delicious for a lifetime.
After settling on a bottle of body wash guaranteed to make her
smell like crème brulee, she took her time with her shower. A
lavish application of matching body lotion left her glowing all
over.
    “Brady Hayes.” She rolled the name around in her
mouth liking the way it sounded. She appreciated what she’d seen
the moment she stepped out of the water and noticed a man who sat
head and shoulders above the others. Rugged, muscular and above all
else, hot. Now that was the kind of vacation souvenir that didn’t
show up in any of the gift shops.
    A few bills slipped to one of the bellmen earlier
gave her the information that Brady’s suite was two doors down from
hers. Not that she planned to visit him on the spur of the moment.
She just liked having the knowledge. In her family, knowledge was
better than gold.
    As Raven left the bathroom, the sharp tang of
something unpleasant struck her nostrils. She muttered a nasty
curse used in her world and walked over to the coffee table. A
many-petaled flower lay on the wood and she knew it hadn’t been
there when she went in to take her shower and definitely wasn’t
something the hotel maid would have brought in. The purple petals
were so dark they appeared black with sharp spines shooting out of
the middle. The Astay flower was a rare species in her world and
highly prized. She personally considered them ugly and smelly. And
she knew this could only come from one individual. “Bastard.” She
made a face and went to the closet, digging in the rear for a small
leather case. The only thing she’d brought from her world. Demon
magic insured no one would see it. Gray dust from one of the vials
sprinkled over the flower caused the bloom to disappear in a puff
of disgusting oily smoke.
    “Yuck.” She coughed and waved the fumesaway from her
face. She stared at the burned mark on the table’s surface. She dug
through the case and found a tube of a dull yellow colored salve
that smelled just as bad as the flower, but she knew it was
effective for what she needed it for. A smear of the salve on the
wood returned the surface to its usual highly polished