To Woo A Warrior (Southern Sanctuary) Read Online Free

gorgeous
dark auburn haired lamb to the slaughter the table raised their glasses in
tribute to Darcy. She acknowledged their toast with a slight regal bow of her
head, before looking towards the bar at the large number of single male cousins
and distant relatives lingering there.
    “Who do you think we
should throw under the train next?”

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “Looks like you had more action at
the wedding than I did on duty this evening.”
    Hadleigh stumbled to a halt in the
doorway of the kitchen. Smothering a small hiccup unsuccessfully before making
her way carefully to the fridge to grab a large bottle of water before
collapsing none too gracefully into a chair across from her apprentice. Declan
was slouched nonchalantly in his own chair, his long legs stretched out as he
sipped the last of his coffee. His startling dark violet eyes heavy lidded as
he assessed her from head to foot in a slow sweep that many women would have
immediately assumed was the first step towards the bedroom. But Hadleigh knew
better.  
    It wasn’t Declan’s fault that his
eyes smouldered with sensuality even when he was bored or angry. Nor could he
help the fact that his sunlit shoulder length blonde hair rippled in unseen
breezes that immediately made any female above sixteen want to run her fingers
through it. It was his burden that his alabaster skin, high cheek bones, tall
lean swimmer’s body and tight runner’s butt made women everywhere sigh and
wonder what it would be like to feel his touch. And Goddess forbid the man
smiled.  Hadleigh had witnessed grandmothers speechless at the sight of
his pearly whites and dimples.
    Whilst Hadleigh could admire the
packaging there had never been even the slightest spark of attraction between them.
For one he was her cousin. Okay perhaps not by birth, but abandoned as a baby
and raised by her uncle and his partner, for all intents and purposes it made
Declan family. Secondly he was her apprentice and whilst his preferred weapon
on the field was his charm rather than a sword he took his role as warrior
protector in training seriously.
    “Slow night?” She queried, his
clothes looked slightly mussed but she saw no evidence of any injury.
    “ Daria Geddes rang about an hour ago.”
    Hadleigh winced in sympathy. “ Ooohh , not Joker up a tree again?”
    “Yes poor thing, he’s not a gerbil
who enjoys heights.” Declan sighed heavily. “It’s not so much the faux pet up a
tree act I find annoying, it’s the props.” He visibly shuddered.
    “Props? We’re not talking leather and
chains are we?”
    “Small mercy no. Try see-through
floral nightie and a rather alarming red wig that kept slipping down over her
left eye, very distracting.”
    Hadleigh fought hard to keep from
laughing. “What did you do?”
    “I got the gerbil down tout sweet and
got out of there with more speed than grace. Told her you expected to find me
warming your bed when you got home this evening.”
    Hadleigh spluttered and then
groaned. “Tell me you didn’t?”
    “Please, every busybody in three towns
thinks we’re a couple. I was tired of being polite.”
    “Dec, seriously. What if it gets
back to the council? It could hurt your chances of being promoted.”
    Declan shook his head belligerently.
“Anyone who knows you would never believe that you would take advantage of your
naive, albeit gorgeous apprentice like that.”
    Hadleigh stayed silent, thinking it
more likely that no one who really knew them would believe that Abercrombie
& Fitch male model material Declan would make moves on a freakishly tall blood thirsty warrior woman such as herself. One who hadn’t
been trusted with metal cutlery until she was the age of ten.  Though it had been surprising the amount of damage she could inflict even
with a plastic fork.  Her teasing relentless three older brothers would
loudly attest to that fact and quite happily point out all their childhood
scars, bunch of cry-babies .
    “So the wedding …