Conquer the Highland Beast: The Vampire Dylan Macgregor (Hearts of Darkness) Read Free Page A

good.”
    “If you say so,” Garr said and gave Dylan a weird look.
    “Look, we need Max. The demon blood he inherited through Kyle when he changed came indirectly from Amyra. It could be a great asset if we need it, and we need to keep him under control.”
    “I can work with him on a few things.”
    “Good, because I’m worried we’ll have to deal with more of what Amyra left behind.”
    “I think the cemetery entrance is over there to the right.” Garr pointed with his thumb. “Yeah, there’s Ramon.”
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    The music pounding through Caitlin’s headphones was nothing more motivational than screaming hard rock to keep her going since she wasn’t ready to sleep. The last three weeks on the west coast had her internal clock off. She’d already done two miles on the treadmill, and the more she thought about yesterday’s events, the more energy she had to burn.
    Caitlin expected the Cajun woman’s scrutiny. She’d grown used to the psychically sensitive recognizing her peculiarities. What she’d grown tired of were her co-workers’ weird glances and their attitudes. She’d worked too hard to earn the respect of her team members back in Arlington to start over with a new task force. According to her supervisors, it was exactly what they expected of her.
    When the government recruited her after college, she thought she could actually use her gift. Instead, they gave her a handler of sorts on every job. No one really trusted her abilities.
    Caitlin sighed and thought about the local psychic free-lancer. What was up with her reaction to him?
    The business suit and French cuffs battled with the image his huge, muscular body and long, sandy blond hair evoked. At least he wore it in a masculine fashion, tied back at his nape. She’d never been attracted to anyone at first sight, let alone a man like him.
    His type? Too controlling, too bossy, too sexy. The guys she dated—well, not like there’d been many—but they’d been comfortable. Friends. There’d never been a heartthrob or a big sexual attraction she’d read about or heard about in songs. The relationships started and stopped without fanfare. Yeah, she knew what a climax was and even had experienced one a time or two. Come to think of it, not with any of them, and never during intercourse. Hmm, what the heck? Why hadn’t she ever expected more?
    The local police liaison, yesterday… Something about him told her he wouldn’t leave her hanging. What was his name? Something Scottish. The faint burr in his accent, a slight lilt to his speech, and a strange old-world manner in his sentence structure confirmed what she suspected. He was intriguing to say the least.
    Macgregor. Dylan Macgregor. She remembered the way his name rolled off his tongue like thick molasses when he introduced himself. And he smelled…hmmm, delicious…like nothing she’d ever smelled before. Her mind returned to that moment—to his scent.
    The sensual response she had to his touch almost had her climaxing in the middle of the task force meeting. His scent alone had her heated. Then add the come-hither look in his gaze when his eyes met hers. A response she’d read about and discounted to romantic fantasy. The effect reminded her of some ridiculous romance novel heroine.
    Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny the connection she felt when they touched. The look of incredulous surprise told her he’d sensed it too.
    He’d even backed up a few steps.
    Truth be told, Mr. Macgregor was the reason she couldn’t sleep. Since meeting him, her entire system had been on high alert, DEFCOM RED.
    She was on her third mile and second workout for the day when the phone call interrupted her music. The place had been almost empty this evening, and now she was the last one left. She slowed the treadmill so she could answer, and when she realized it was Wallace from headquarters, she brought everything to a dead stop.
    W iping her face with the towel she had wrapped over her shoulder, she