Chapter Twenty Two
Out on the deck, Jeannie seated me between herself and Garrett. Donna slid in opposite me, with Tarquin tucking her chair under the table. He looked like the cat with the cream. I stifled a giggle, as I realized he was becoming besotted with Donna, it was obvious. He was channeling his leacherous affections elsewhere. And Donna didn't seem to mind.
And then I met Avery. The family resemblence was obvious, but there was something else about him. His clear blue eyes were intimidating, and standing opposite me he looked a little menacing. I half expected him to grow fangs, mount the table and feast on me.
And not in an erotic manner. He looked like the kind that turned into a werewolf come midnight.
'So you're Samantha.' He drawled, and thankfully he took his place at
