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Chasing Victory (The Winters Sisters)
Book: Chasing Victory (The Winters Sisters) Read Online Free
Author: Joanne Jaytanie
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carts stacked high with dog crates and grooming supplies in one hand and leashes with excited dogs in the other. The dog show scene was its own little world distant from the day to day responsibilities of everyday life. It was no wonder Payton loved it so. What could be better than spending the day with your dogs with not a care in the world, at least for that moment in time?
    Victory followed the flow of people towards the main building. Stepping through the door the activity magnified; she was enveloped by barking dogs in crates, vendors, the loudspeaker, and the flow of exhibitors and their dogs warming up around the rings. Victory stood in the doorway surveying the building’s layout.
    For the first time since Jeffery’s murder, Victory felt a soothing feeling flood her body. Being around all the dogs gave her stability, made her felt safe. She wandered through the building, stopping every now and then to look at all the different breeds of dogs and some interesting items at the different vendor booths. She could feel the excitement in the air radiating off the dogs. This was a great socializing environment for them and for the most part she could sense that they loved the sport.
    Victory was so tuned into the animals that she was totally oblivious to the people around her. Leaning against a far wall, away from the frantic pace of the exhibitors, Tristan remained motionless, only his eyes tracking Victory’s movements. The second she walked into the building he had sensed her. Even amidst the potpourri of grooming supplies, perfumes, hair products, perspiration, and various other human and canine odors, he was able to distinguish her scent as she was approaching the building. As she entered the main door once again he was hit with the subtle aura of lavender and chamomile. He didn’t need her description or picture, Tristan could pick her out of the crowd solely by her essence.
    Remaining deadly still so as to blend into his surroundings he scanned the entire building, looking for anyone that appeared out of place. Not seeing anyone that looked a threat, he refocused his attention on Victory. As she walked toward him Tristan studied her. She walked with lightness to her stride.  She was dressed in a sweater and jeans but radiated sophistication. Her eyes were a deep jade and for a fleeting second he caught a flash of anguish. Her shiny golden brown hair had a natural wave and fell slightly past her shoulders. Her skin was flawless with a touch of pink on her cheeks, and her smile could light up a stormy night. As Victory approached him, he was mesmerized by her natural beauty, losing all focus on his assignment.
    “For crying out loud, I feel like a school kid,” he muttered to himself.
    “Geez, I was getting worried. Your thoughts are very unfocused. I guess she’s a real looker. I got a little warm flush going. ” Wyatt popped into his thoughts and broke the spell.
    “It’s nothing, I was daydreaming for a bit,” Tristan said.
    “Don’t, this is no time for daydreaming. Keep on task. You’re likely not alone.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m fine. I’ve located our target.”
    “Good. Your only assignment is to keep tabs on her for now, don’t engage,” Wyatt said.
    “Roger that.”
    As quickly as Wyatt entered his mind, Tristan could feel his presence fade. All their lives they had been each others’ constant companions. It was a wonderful feeling, but sometimes, like now, having another person in his head was a real pain in the neck.
    Whenever Victory was in an enclosed space or in a crowd of people, she would often get the feeling of being watched. She realized however that it was merely her ability to sense people’s emotions. Couple that with her sharper-than-average hearing and it could make anyone neurotic, she thought. Had she not taught herself years ago how to filter out the bombardment of noise and emotion encompassing her, she would have fallen to her knees from the deluge of
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