always been thinking of his Carolina. Finally, after being consistently bored by the mechanical efforts of the too thin dancers and missing his honey, he'd left his brothers in the music studio.
Rolling on his side, he snuggled up to her tantalizing curves and the ever-so-guilty pleasure of her vibrating flesh. Nuzzling his face into the side of her neck he immediately pulled back, gagging. Anxiously he turned on the bedside lamp; needing to assure himself he was in bed with the right woman, because all he could smell was Liz’s stinking perfume. With the light's subtle glow illuminating the bed, he could see it was Carolina and her identity was further substantiated by the presence of several empty jars of lavender honey and Texas chili sauce on her nightstand. With a gentle touch to her upper arm, he shook her, “Carolina wake up.”
She rolled over, opening her eyes to smile at him. “I was just dozing, couldn't truly fall asleep knowing Patrick was likely to sneak in dancers. How were they?”
Dylan rolled his eyes. “Boring. Join me in the shower after I strip this bed. It smells like Liz in here.” He wondered why Liz had been in their bed and gave Carolina a measured look of hurt suspicion.
Carolina reached up to smooth his brow and was saddened when he pulled away. She could only imagine what he must be thinking. Hurriedly she explained, “She tried seducing me then said she was going to kill me. That harlot was unbelievable. This afternoon she shifted her diseased soul into the new form Justin created. She wanted your mother's necklace, decided to act as if she was changed in order to gain access to it, talk about cunning. When she makes it to Hell, the devil better watch his back.”
He clutched her hand on top of the comforter not willing to risk pulling her close and have Liz's stench assault his nose again. “She killed my parents for that necklace. I didn't learn the truth until yesterday. Calder told me she had it and later Patrick revealed she'd killed my Ma and Pa, had hurt you and Justin. I wanted to murder Liz then, but Patrick and I decided to wait
Rolling on his side, he snuggled up to her tantalizing curves and the ever-so-guilty pleasure of her vibrating flesh. Nuzzling his face into the side of her neck he immediately pulled back, gagging. Anxiously he turned on the bedside lamp; needing to assure himself he was in bed with the right woman, because all he could smell was Liz’s stinking perfume. With the light's subtle glow illuminating the bed, he could see it was Carolina and her identity was further substantiated by the presence of several empty jars of lavender honey and Texas chili sauce on her nightstand. With a gentle touch to her upper arm, he shook her, “Carolina wake up.”
She rolled over, opening her eyes to smile at him. “I was just dozing, couldn't truly fall asleep knowing Patrick was likely to sneak in dancers. How were they?”
Dylan rolled his eyes. “Boring. Join me in the shower after I strip this bed. It smells like Liz in here.” He wondered why Liz had been in their bed and gave Carolina a measured look of hurt suspicion.
Carolina reached up to smooth his brow and was saddened when he pulled away. She could only imagine what he must be thinking. Hurriedly she explained, “She tried seducing me then said she was going to kill me. That harlot was unbelievable. This afternoon she shifted her diseased soul into the new form Justin created. She wanted your mother's necklace, decided to act as if she was changed in order to gain access to it, talk about cunning. When she makes it to Hell, the devil better watch his back.”
He clutched her hand on top of the comforter not willing to risk pulling her close and have Liz's stench assault his nose again. “She killed my parents for that necklace. I didn't learn the truth until yesterday. Calder told me she had it and later Patrick revealed she'd killed my Ma and Pa, had hurt you and Justin. I wanted to murder Liz then, but Patrick and I decided to wait