All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free Page B

seal. Pulling out the heavy-weight card with embossing and foiling he flipped it open and found himself staring at his annual invitation to the masquerade ball to benefit the Foundation of Juvenile Diabetes Research.
    Tapping it slightly against his short nail he was tempted to toss it as he did every year and just write the check, but something stopped him. Staring at it he sighed and put it into his briefcase, he still had time to throw it away but he knew, for whatever reason stopped him originally, he’d end up going to the ball that year. Luckily it was black tie so all he’d have to do was procure a mask. Pausing halfway in and halfway out of the car, his mind snapped to the dream.
    “Damn me,” he said sitting down hard. “I knew it was coming up, that’s why the masks,” he muttered shaking his head. Slamming the door he pulled out of his driveway and headed into work, his face set in a confused half-angry visage as he wondered just why he hadn’t changed the dream to see her face, why the hell had he left the mask on her face?
    She was dressed, hair pulled back tightly and glasses once more on her nose when the doorbell rang. Frowning, she went to the intercom. “Hello, Dr. Warsaw, how can I help you?”
    “Dr. Courtney Warsaw?” The man’s voice said smoothly.
    “Yes, how can I help you?”
    “Package for you, Ms. I can leave it downstairs if you want?”
    “No, I will be there in a moment.” It was time for her to leave anyway so she had might as well get down there and get it before someone decided that they wanted whatever was in the mystery package. Grabbing her purse and laptop she headed downstairs, locking up behind her as she did so.
    The courier was dressed in a nice suit, not a tux but he looked far too nicely dressed to be a courier and with thanks she took the large manila envelope and walked for the bus stop where she caught the bus for work. Taking her seat she looked over the envelope, and turning it, saw the wax seal and then grinned. She knew what this was, it was for the annual Juvenile Diabetes Foundation Masked Ball.
    She caressed her hand over the seal and leaned back, she loved the balls, she went every year. Eyes suddenly flew wide open. “That’s why the masks,” she whispered softly and nodded, that was why she had been dreaming of a masked ball and a masked man actually dancing with her.
    Climbing out of his car in front of the lab, Kristof dallied, no other word for it, for whatever reason he just didn’t want to go inside. Maybe because his Board was expecting him to tear apart a good researcher’s work and prove she had no basis for her hypothesis and that all her work was falsified. He knew that her Board were a bunch of backstabbing lying assholes that would sell their mothers for approval but he knew that not all, most, but not all the technicians were as ratfaced about such things.
    Closing the door he leaned against the front bumper and eyed the other parking lot as it slowly began to fill, a car here, a car there and the people walking into the neighboring lab. Pushing his sunglasses up into his short hair, he dropped the briefcase to rest at his feet and just waited. He didn’t know for what or why but he had a sense that something was coming.
    She got off at her usual stop and had tucked the invitation into her briefcase as she was walking toward the Aegis labs. She paused on the street, didn’t know why but she paused and looked around, almost as if sensing someone too close and then she saw him. She nearly swallowed her tongue because he was as beautiful in broad daylight and across two parking lots as he was in her dreams.
    Shaking her head and putting a fire under her toes, she headed into the building, now was not the time for her to talk to him, it was far too close to her being so close to him, nearly able to touch him.
    Shifting as he caught sight of a female, Kris frowned, a vague knowing tugging at his memory but when he pushed it slipped away.