But it fell on deft ears, she was more then stubborn.

    Causing us to argue to the point of having rough make up sex. I doubt she really minded, it seemed to be the only way for her to get out her frustration. After are heated battle she would be able to talk to me normally. That day I had told her to just follow the procedure, just go by the book. For three short minutes I was graced with holding her, as she chocked on her own blood.

    Her eyes becoming paler and paler, words that didn’t make sense and pain filling my heart. I promised the day she was buried I wouldn’t fall in love. Like her I was dead, stone cold to the touch. Moving from the city of Los Angeles to Montana was a huge change. The weather being the hardest to get threw. I had found the add in a small paper, and the woman had been interviewing a few people. But when she saw me, she almost lit up like the forth of July. Mrs. Sandy was a nice older woman, easy to get along with.

    Was always offering to feed me, giving me things. A care taker at heart, her only rule was when her granddaughter came to town, I needed to go away. For some reason she didn’t apply the rule this time. Saying that it was fine if I stayed, that Raydance wouldn’t have any problems with it. Thinking it was the granddaughter who was asking me to leave, I didn’t have a quarrel with. She of course didn’t know me, and sleeping under the same roof with an unknown man was a little off color.

But I had sooner found out that it was Mrs. Sandy who was sending me away, as if she didn’t think I was good enough to meet her blood. It stung, but without a good enough reason I hadn’t confronted her about it. Now I see why, Raydance was a perfect name for her. She radiated from the inside out, a proud spirit filled woman. The part the got me the most was, I still hadn’t a clue why she was here. She hadn’t told me yet, and I was somewhat afraid to keep pushing such a topic. Having her dart back into her room like a bunny to a hole, aggravated me to know end.

    A surprising question my conscious’s asked.

    Do you love her?….

Do I love her like I loved Tatiana…no….but do I love her…yes. Tatiana will always be my first love, I had sworn my heart and soul to her. No woman could replace her. Feeling Ray next to me, only seemed to prove what a horrible man I really was. Here she lay naked and breathtakingly beautiful and I wasn’t giving her my everything. Selfish as it was, I refused to let her go. Part of me crazed for her, while the other half longed for Tatiana back….something that will never happen. Guilt washed over at the thought of me replacing Tatiana with Ray.

    She’s hate me….I thought…just hate me to no end.

I couldn’t bare the thought of either one of them hating me. A woman’s scorn is nothing to be taken lightly, they are more spiteful them a venomous snake. Making my mind up, I was going to have to decide what Ray and I were to become. And fast, as it seemed my ice covered heart is already warming up to the idea of her in our bed for years to come.

~Ray’s Pov~

I hadn’t much experience in the staying after sex, mostly I took the hint pretty well and left right afterwards. Knowing the sex rules as a one time deal, meant you got out when they either went to take a shower or get something to eat. With Dalton in the same house, I hadn’t a clue how the rules played out. We couldn’t avoid each other, and the bathroom was the only one in the house.    

    I had decided that if he so desired me out, he could do it himself. Must to my shock he let me stay, either to tired to do the dirty work himself, or just generally wanted to have me stay. Curling me closer, so that he could envelop me in his strong arms. This man was a minestrone of emotions, and I found him more interesting then when he turned my own knife against me. His massive size threatened to swallow me whole, but it was like he knew I was there making sure to keep a small air bubble between us. The vast amounts of booze I took in, was now almost gone. The pain however never returned, at least not now anyways. My fear was that I was filling my void with Dalton and would soon have to release myself from his hold, their allowing the pain and sadness to venture back in.

    I decided to be greedy like a child in a candy store, taking little bites out of random pieces. Either way I was going to leave Dalton, returning to my once normal life…or die trying.

I had been awake for some time now, always being an early riser. Due to the vast jobs I took in. I was going to have to call Josie and Trish, find out if anything had changed. Maybe they could give me some insight as to what I was doing. Slipping out of Dalton’s arm without stirring him was harder then I thought. For such a large man, he slept almost with one eye open. The tattoo on his back caused me to believe he was or is in some kind of military training. Which would also explain how he got one over one me.

    Just like me he had a past, and probably didn’t want a soul to know about it. If I said I didn’t want to know about it, I would be lying like an old dog on a porch. However I don’t do the whole sneak around and whine my way into someone’s private life. I give respect so there for I should get the same back. Picking up a shirt off the floor, I quickly pulled it over my head before exiting the bedroom. In the kitchen I made a fresh pot of coffee, while scrabbled eggs and bacon cooked. The toaster popped, and I used the silver butter knife to smear butter all over the two pieces.

    The sound of stirring had me, guessing the wild animal had finally awoken from its slumber. To that I placed the food on a plate, while pouring a cup of coffee. Walking everything back into his room, he was sitting so his legs were over the side of the bed head in hands.

    “Dalton?” He looked almost pathetic. At my words his eyes snapped up.

    “You’re here?” Almost shocked.

    “Well yea, I was making breakfast” Holding the plate and coffee. He eyed me suspiciously before, looking at the food.

    “Is that for me?” His voice implied he wasn’t really sure what to make of the whole situation.

    “Well of course, you are hungry aren’t you?” Tilting my head. He nodded and I handed him the plate, while setting the coffee on his nightstand. My eyes caught the black lace, draped over the light and a flash of heat covered my face. Just how drunk was I.

Very drunk…my conscious chirp.

Grabbing the panties, I hid them behind my back. He had been shoveling food into his mouth like a bear who had finally come out of hibernation.

    “I saw that” Giving me a smug grin. It further reddened me.

    “I don’t know what your talking about” Deny any and all embarrassment. The plate touched the side of the nightstand, as I was walking away. The force of him pulling on the shirt, before crashing me to the bed.

    “Lair” Still grinning.

Deny it….she chirped from inside me.

    “Seriously no clue what your talking about?” Trying the cuter approach.

    “Oh really?” Pushing his hand under my, grabbing the lace. Only to dangle them a few inch in front of his face.

    “They smell of you…and sex” Gulping I snatched them out of prying eyes.

    “Don’t be weird” Getting away from him, it almost seemed to upset him I had moved out of his hold. The room had gone silent before he asked a very strange question.

    “Are you going to hide from me now?” I didn’t understand.

~Dalton’s POV~

I watched as my question sunk in, but she still had the look of lost. Her weight shifted from one bare foot to another. Her shirt was more like my shirt, and I smiled inward thinking she looked great without clothes and with mine on.

    “I don’t know what that means?” Those eyes going almost fawn like. Sighing I sipped at the coffee.

    “Whenever you get around me, you bolt. Hide, scurry into your room” Huffing. Her eyes widen, guess she thought it wasn’t that obvious.

    “Plus you have yet to tell me why you are really here” I continue might as well get the whole thing out in the open. Her face scrunches up like she’s smelled something bad, before groaning and sitting on the bed.

    “Look Dalton” Well that’s never a good start.

    “I’m entitled to do as I please. As far as running from you, I had the instinct impression you weren’t to crazy having me around.

There for I tried to make myself scares, in your presents.” My heart sunk, she thought I hated her. Maybe I went overboard with the hole pinning her to the floor. But it was just a nature reflex I have been drilled into.

    “As for wanting to know why I am here. I don’t see how that is any of your business. Everyone is entitled to have secrets and their own lives. You wouldn’t want me digging into yours now would you?” The question was souring the coffee taste. Something about the way she asked, implied she knew something. Raising my brow she sighed.

    “I saw your tattoo, I’m guessing some kind of military training. Maybe you saw a partner die, or got a broken heart by a lover. I don’t know, and its none of my business just like the reason behind me being here is none of yours. If you feel the need to push the subject more, then we might as well open your scares as well. If not just take it as I’m on vacation” Getting up she tosses her hair, before walking towards the kitchen.

    My mind is buzzing like a large beehive. Out of a tattoo she gathered all that, there just isn’t anyway. Looking down at my hands, I had been trained to be a machine in battle. This little vixen was smarter then she appeared, and the part of my brain that screamed…

She’s dangerous….she knows to much…

Just made me want to know more about her, now with the comment replying of…just take it as I’m on Vacation.

Who the hell goes to Montana for Vacation…and in the winter months no less. There was a deeper meaning, behind what she said I just knew it. But I couldn’t figure it out. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, I had already put boxers on before she walked in. Taking the plate and mug walking back out. Her back to me, as one leg rubbed the other, my shirt hanging low enough to giver her that afternoon sex look.

    Putting the plate in the sink, she turns just her head. The window over the sink had a bird feeder, that brought an assortment of winged colors.

    “There beautiful” Turning back to the yellow bird.

    “They’re normally the first ones to feed, then the blue jays come.”

    “I love birds, there so lucky” Puzzled why she’d say something like that, I pushed her forward.

    “Why?”

“Because there free, no rules just free” Sipping the hot beverage. Something was dreadfully wrong about that comment, sending mixed messages to me.

    “I’m going to the race tonight. Are you going to watch?” Pouring the small cold left over coffee down the drain.

    “Race, oh you mean the kids run off” Taking a seat.

    “I guess, Derek invited me.” He frowned at his name, little player.

    “I don’t much like that man” Grumbling. The seat across from me to taken, and her soft smile chuckles.

    “Are you worried I’d sleep with such a man?” Rolling her fingers over the old table.

    “I didn’t think such a man caught your eye.” She perked up to this.

“Oh! so you know me well enough, to know what kind of men I go for then” Amused set in, emeralds twinkled. Leaning her chin on her hand.

    “I just figured he wasn’t worth a lick” Huffing. I caught her still bemused look, and felt the need to say more.

    “Besides you did sleep with me” Proud of that fact. A giggle echoed as I turned.

    “Ummm That I did…does that make you better?” Purring out threw a seductive smile. Something about her face made me weak, words just spill out with no end.

    “You tell me? Did you sleep with Derek?” I completely regretted asking that question. It could crush me, if she answer wrong. The chair rocked a little as she leaned back.

    “I wonder Mr. Dalton are you threatened by Derek? Or is it you have become some what smitten with me?” Okay I take it back this is worse. You could virtually see the tail and horns coming out of that perfect body. The way she held herself, the tail flicking from side to side, as a cat would when irritated. I gulped. Feeling stupid for doing so afterwards.

“Does it really matter?”  Mentally kicking my ass for asking such a stupid question.

    “I suppose it doesn’t, if it doesn’t matter to you” And with that she stood, pushed her chair in and walked off. What the hell does that mean…if it doesn’t matter to you?

I think you know what it means…my inner man barked.