Sinner (The Hades Squad #1) Read Free

he halted that Lincoln had carried her into the bedroom.
    “I take it we're here for the duration,” she more stated than asked. “You can put me down.”
    “Shit.”
    “What?”
    Forehead wrinkled, he crossed his eyes. “I think we lost the juice while we were in the car.”
    Sergeant Lincoln Chapman belonged in an asylum. “Juice?”
    “Listen. You don't hear the refrigerator humming anymore, do you?”
    “We've no electricity?” She hadn't meant it to come out as a whine.
    “Tell me you bought supplies.” His half-hooded eyes studied her face, and warmth crept across her cheeks. “You didn't, did you?”
    He automatically assumed she had no brains whatsoever. Fine. A big-city girl wouldn't know anything about supplies, of course. Uneducated twit. Tolstoy had probably been a once-in-a-lifetime guess.
    “I have a couple bottles of wine and some bread and cheese.”
    Thunder rumbled across his features; fine lines creased his broad brow. “I counted three vibrators on that kitchen counter, one Deep Throat DVD, the whole Debbie Does Dallas collection, and Candy Stripers . Tell me, Ms. Parker, exactly what were your plans for this cabin?”
    “It's not what you think,” she answered as a noonday-desert heat climbed from neck to forehead. “I'm an editor, and I'm here to help one of my writers fix her sex scenes.”
    One brow lifted. “And I'm President Obama.”
    “It's true.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “Put me down.”
    “And vibrators and porn will help how?”
    “I thought between the wine and the toys and the DVDs I could get my author to loosen up.” Destiny wriggled, but that only made his arms tighten. “For God's sake, why won't you put me down?”
    “You feel good, and you weigh nothing,” he replied, hefting her in his arms as if to prove his words. “You do realize the only way we're going to stay warm is body heat.”
    His mouth quirked up, and the harsh expression he'd worn since opening his eyes vanished. A satanic gleam lit his hazel eyes, more emerald than honey. “There's a shed adjacent to the car. I'm going to search it and see what I can find. You go through every cabinet in this cabin. Make a list of everything you find. Got that?”
    Her mind hadn't gone further than the words body heat.
    When he dumped Destiny on the mattress and left the cabin in a blur of long legs, wide shoulders, and taut ass cheeks, she let out a long, warbled moan and covered her face with damp palms.
    No electricity meant no hot water, but that might turn out to be the least of her problems.
    Get off the bed. Make a list. Try not to think about if he had hair on his chest. Don't think about the size of his feet. Or his palms. Or his penis.
    He'd probably call it a cock. Didn't army guys do that all the time?
    Destiny hopped off the bed. She stuck all the sex toys and DVDs into her carry-on and unpacked the rest of her stuff into a dresser drawer. A quick check of the bathroom revealed a footed bathtub, a pedestal sink, and a brass-framed mirror. She sent a fast Hail Mary to God when she found the toilet tucked away in what looked to be a linen cupboard. It even flushed. And there was toilet paper, at least a dozen rolls.
    She found several woolen blankets above the toilet paper, shook one out, and tied the fabric sarong-style over one shoulder and fastened the soft material around two jeans belt loops.
    The first kitchen cabinet she opened yielded ten packs of candles. By the time Lincoln returned, Destiny had finished her list, and a dozen flickering candles imbued a soft golden glow to the main cabin.
    Surveying the room, she sighed.
    Wasn't this every woman's fantasy?
    Stuck in a warm cabin in the mountains with a hunk who looked like he knew more about sex than Antonio Banderas. So he thought she was easy. It wasn't as if they'd ever meet again in real life. And he didn't seem to have any problem with her being ten pounds overweight. Okay, okay, maybe fifteen. But who would know? In four