The Itch
With her hand on her belly, Isabelle rubbed at the little one who tried to get her attention while they strolled down Jones Street. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
The waning moon glowed red in the sky above her as the thunder rumbled in the distance and set her psychic tendencies abuzz with prickly alarms that rose from her arms.
As he peeked behind him to make sure the children were out of earshot, Jasper agreed. “No, I don’t like any of this either, but I don’t believe he would hurt his son’s mate, especially not in his own home.”
With the brick mansion of her ancient enemy coming up before them, she rolled her teary eyes away. “She’s too young.”
He slid his arm around her and pulled her to his side. “She’s not getting hitched anytime soon, baby. We’re stuck with that smart mouth for at least another decade. Shit. That boy may change his mind about the whole thing once he’s spent a little time with her.”