Page 82 of Blood Stone

He picked up her hips and turned her so she was on her stomach, sliding her leg beneath his so he was settled between her thighs, his cock still inside her. He wedged a pillow beneath her hips.

“Let’s clear your head, hmm?”

Her clit throbbed at the low sensual promise in his tone.

* * * * *

No one is who they say they are.

Garrett leaned forward, his head between his hands. “God and all his saints preserve us.”

“I Éirinn bheannaithe, déanfaidh sé amhlaidh.” Sebastian replied calmly, putting his laptop aside. “But not in your heathen highlands, I’m sure. What’s up?”

Winter got to her feet, picking up her cellphone, her thumb hovering over the speed dial buttons.

Garrett scrubbed at his face. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. He practically spelled it out…” He got to his feet. “Jesus!”

Sebastian sat back in his chair, a polite enquiring look on his face.

Garrett pushed the sleeves of his shirt up his arms and his hair back. “Sebastian, how good are your hacking skills?”

Sebastian glanced at Winter before answering. “I’m no slouch.”

“He’s being modest, of course,” Winter replied.

“How modest?” Garrett asked impatiently.

“The truth could get him jailed,” Winter said flatly. There was an expression in her eyes that told Garrett he had reached the boundaries of any information they would provide.

“Good,” he said, mimicking her flat expression. He looked at Sebastian. “I want you to do a background check on Kate.”

“We did that already,” Winter pointed out.

“No, I’m talking about deep checking everything with the most minute of microscopes. Doubt every credential and double check it.”

Sebastian frowned. “You want me to crack open Kate Lindenstream’s life?”

“Last night, very late, just before we came back to the camp, Roman told me something. He said that no one is who they say they are, not in our world, not in Hollywood.”

“And you were talking about Kate?” Sebastian asked.

“Who else would Roman and Garrett be talking about, Bastian?” Winter asked, her tone gently chiding.

Garrett shook his head. “He was being very cryptic and non-specific, but we had been talking about Kate just before and he spoke about her immediately afterwards…he had to have been thinking of her when he said it.”

Winter held out her hand, like she was pleading with him, or cautioning him. “Garrett, you realize what you’re implying by asking for this search, don’t you?”

Garrett took a deep breath. “That Kate isn’t who we think she is? Yes.”

“Why does that make you happy?” Sebastian asked.

“It doesn’t.”

“You do seem…glad about it,” Winter said cautiously.

Sebastian leaned forward. “No, he’s pleased because if Kateismasquerading, then she’s no longer quite so perfect. A flawed human is easier to reject than the perfect lover.”

Coldness jelled in the region of his stomach and spread outwards. Garrett sat back down. “Just do the search, huh? Put me out of my misery.”