Deja Voodoo (A Cajun Magic Novel) (Entangled Suspense) Read Online Free Page B

stared into Alex’s eyes. “Where is he?”
    Alex climbed off the bed and checked the window. Locked . “He couldn’t have gotten out this way. And the man couldn’t have gotten in.”
    “If Sport is outside, he wouldn’t have gone far. He always comes home,” Calliope said, her hopeful tone choking the air out of Alex’s lungs.
    “That bastard!” Tears welled in her eyes and she sank onto the side of the bed and then jumped up. “My bedroom has been violated by a strange man. And where is Sport? If that jerk—”
    “Why would he take Sport’s collar off?” Calliope’s words cut through Alex’s fog of pain. Her friend fingered the bright-red nylon band lying among the sheets. “And why would he take the time to reconnect the clasp?”
    The man’s eyes flashed in her memory. They were the same deep brown as Sport’s.
    Why the thought of her Voodoo dream sprang into her thoughts, she didn’t know. The lingering reverberation of thrumming drums and magical chants sent a lone chill slithering across her skin, raising gooseflesh.
    She hopped up from the bed and ran through the house. “Sport! Sport!”
    “He’s not in here, Alex.” Calliope hurried to the front door and threw it wide. “Sport? Sport! Come here, Sport!”
    Alex joined her and they stepped out on the porch calling out in unison, “Sport!”
    A bush on the corner of the house shook and whimpered.
    She looked at Calliope. “Did that bush just whimper?”
    Calliope’s eyebrows rose. “Sport hides in that bush when he’s scared.” She nudged Alex with her elbow. “Why don’t you go check it out?”
    “Me? Why me?” Alex shrank back. A naked stranger accosting her once in her lifetime was enough. She didn’t feel like risking a second flashing. “Sport.” Her voice dropped an octave and she did her best I’m-the-big-sister-threatening-your-life voice she could muster. “Come here. Right now.”
    The bush shook again. But a hairy head pushed out and half of the body emerged.
    The naked man.
    Alex grabbed Calliope and shoved her behind her. “Go away!”
    The man’s gaze darted from side to side and he whimpered like an abused animal.
    “Don’t be so hasty.” Calliope tried to push her away. “Let me handle this.”
    “No, Calliope. The guy is obviously a pervert.”
    Although the bush covered the man from the waist down, Alex could see enough to know the guy was still without clothes.
    “How do you know? He could be someone who got lost from a nudist colony.” With a determined shove, Calliope manhandled Alex out of the way and held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Calliope. And you are?”
    “Woof!”
    Alex stepped back. “Did that man just bark? Tell me he didn’t just bark.”
    Calliope laughed. “I believe he did.”
    A scary thought wiggled its way into her subconscious, growing into a crazy, outlandish, completely idiotic idea. “You don’t suppose… I mean…” She shook her head. “No, that’s ridiculous… Lucie wouldn’t… Hell, she’s not trained in that kind of thing.”
    Without taking her gaze from the man standing so hesitantly in the bush, Calliope said, “What are you talking about? You think this man is Lucie’s Voodoo gift?”
    “Could it be?” Alex peered closer.
    “If so, I say don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. There are much better places to stare at a horse.” Calliope vamp-walked across the porch and down the stairs. “Come on, b é b é !”
    The man frowned and crouched lower in the bush, darting glances at Alex as if pleading with her to save him from the fiery redhead stalking him.
    “If this is Lucie’s so-called gift, what happened to Sport?” Alex asked.
    As soon as she said the name Sport, the man’s head jerked toward her and he stood taller.
    Huh?
    She stared hard at the soft brown eyes and reddish brown hair. “Sport?”
    The man’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth. “Woof!”
    She screamed, and Calliope jumped back and screamed, too.
    The naked man shot out