Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) by Gail Faulkner Page A

nodded as she peeled herself off the wall and went in.
     
    “Don’t lock the door,” he called after her and received a grunt in return.
     
    He figured half an hour and she’d be dead to the world, if not before. The shower went on and he relaxed. Gliding into the shadows, Blaster did a quick recon of the parking lot and surrounding area. Nothing was out of place. The correct vehicles were parked where they should be. The only thing that gave him pause was Mark standing outside his trailer across the parking lot from Jas’ door. The man was smoking a cigarette and appeared to be watching Jas’ motel room door.
     
    Blaster knew Mark had been there when they went into the room. He’d obviously seen Blaster come out and not return to the room with her. Time to make sure Mark saw Blaster enter that door and not come out. There was going to be no question about who slept in there.
     
    Blaster’s upper lip curled back in a silent snarl. He knew she was fucking beautiful and men around the globe would want her. But this ass just rubbed his primal beast the wrong way. And he had the nerve to do it blatantly. Blaster sincerely hoped the time would come when he could set Mark straight on who was allowed to touch her and who wasn’t.
     
    Being sure he was completely visible and making it look as if he’d just gotten something from his truck, Blaster paused in front of Jas’ door before entering. He drew the Heckler & Koch USP SD 9mm from its holster under his arm, checking the ambidextrous safety. He enjoyed the soft hiss as it switched on and off both sides of the weapon. Pulling the magazine, he checked it before sliding it in. Slipping the gun back into its holster, he looked up directly at Mark and smiled a predatory grin. More a baring of teeth to make sure the message had gotten across. Entering the room, he closed the door quietly.
     
    She was passed out on the bed, sheet pulled over her back and breathing deeply.
     
    Quietly shucking boots, the guns and shirt, Blaster lay down and closed his eyes. On the floor again. Dammit.
     
    “Everything okay?” Jas asked quietly.
     
    A little surprised, Blaster responded, “Yeah, looks like.”
     
    “What’s with the lock and load outside the door then?”
     
    “You’re supposed to be sleeping. That was a bit of man talk with your stalker.”
     
    “Mark watching the door again?” Jas chuckled softly in a pillow-muffled way. “Think he’s bright enough to understand your meaning?”
     
    It wasn’t quite “pillow talk” but the intimacy of the murmured discussion in the dark was surprisingly comfortable. If at all possible, Blaster avoided discussion when in a bed with a woman. It was invariably a clingy time and women became unreasonably needy. He found it unreasonable because they always wanted holding and none of the good stuff. Jas wasn’t sharing his pillow so maybe that’s why this felt right.
     
    “I’m not sure his ego allows him much room to hear anything. Important thing is I enjoyed myself.”
     
    Jas’ smile was in her tone. “That’s the important part?”
     
    “Of course. Making a statement to ego boy is pointless unless I enjoy it. Go to sleep. You have to be on set at six a.m.”
     
    “I’ll sleep when you stop distracting me.”
     
    “Hell, woman, I left my jeans on. It’s your problem if you want me that bad.”
     
    “Now whose ego doesn’t leave him much room to hear?” Jas sighed and rolled over. “’Night.”
     
     
     
    Jas woke up to the shower again. It was quarter to five in the morning and it felt as if her limbs were made of lead. Oh for the luxury of rolling over and just drifting off again. The shower went off and she didn’t move except her eyes opened halfway. He’d be coming out and, well, the show had been damn interesting yesterday.
     
    It occurred to her that there was no trepidation this morning. How could she be comfortable, even relaxed with this stranger? Not really relaxed. There was too