Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

fell into his clothes, too. “Mikael was obviously trying to warn us.” Vilas listened for a moment. “He says she’s only just gone. We can catch her if we hurry.”
    “No. On second thoughts, let her explore on her own.”
    “But she’ll find out O’Malley’s doesn’t exist.”
    “She would have done anyway. I asked her to give me a call when she was ready to do the town and said I’d go with her. She obviously wants to go alone. Let’s give her some space.”
    “I suppose Impulse can be a bit overwhelming if you’re new to it.”
    “Exactly, and I don’t want her to think she’s being stalked.”
    “I hate it when you’re right all the time.” Vilas got a cloth and cleaned all signs of their activities from the rug. “She won’t decide to take off when she finds out O’Malley’s is a blind, will she?”
    “Whatever she decides, she’ll come back here first. She isn’t the type to cut and run.” Rafe kissed Vilas deeply on the lips, squeezing his ass as he did so. “I love you so damned much.”
    “Yeah, me, too, and Chantal will make us complete. It was the thought of her watching us, or taking part, that added a new dimension to our fucking just then.” Vilas touched Rafe’s groin through the fabric of his jeans. “We absolutely can’t risk losing her.”
    “We won’t. Apart from anything else, her car’s still in the lot.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Will you be all right on your own?” Rochelle asked, sounding rather anxious.
    “Why wouldn’t I be?” Chantal asked. “I’m only going out for a breath of air.”
    “Didn’t I hear Rafe say he’d go with you?”
    How the hell could she have? She’d been in the kitchen the entire time. “I’m good on my own. I’ll catch you later.”
    Chantal grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She was starting to feel like she was in a prison without bars, the way these people were trying to dog her every step. Were they just being friendly, or was there something about the place they didn’t want her to find?
    “Stop being so fanciful,” she chided herself.
    She felt breathless again as soon as she walked outside. It was hot and humid, but it was more than just the heat getting to her. It felt as though there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air to fill her lungs. One or two cars drove along at a leisurely pace, as though their drivers were having trouble building up a head of steam, too. There were quite a few pedestrians, and they all seemed to be moving at a rapid pace, so it must be her. She’d acclimatize soon enough, if she stayed, that is. She hadn’t made up her mind about that yet.
    She recognized one or two faces from the bar. They waved to her and she waved right back, but she didn’t stop to chat. She needed to find the hotel that Max was supposed to be involved with and see where that led her. She’d picked up a tourist map at the gas station earlier and pulled it from her bag.
    “It seems straightforward enough,” she said aloud, appreciating the basic grid system. Even someone as brain dead as she was when it came to navigation could get her head round the simple layout. “All the hotels are on the Gulf side.”
    She refolded her map and headed in that direction, feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen. She only seemed capable of walking a few hundred yards at a time before needing to stop and rest.
    “What is it about this place?” she muttered, leaning her hands on her knees, panting. Chantal was a regular runner and did five miles religiously each morning with rat-faced Jack back in Tallahassee before he did the dirty on her.
    She leaned against a wall as she waited for her head to stop spinning. In spite of its lack of air, there was something soothing about Impulse. Under other circumstances she might consider settling here, but right now settling anywhere was out of the question. Until she found Max her life was on hold. He’d given up his adolescence to take care of her. No way would she bail on him now.