“You mean like burning down the cabin?”
“Better tell our Sentinels before you do that, so we don’t freak out. No, I was more thinking along the lines of things you usually say to her or say often in general.”
Brant grimaced. “You know I don’t talk a lot.”
His friend rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you never talk to her. Even someone like you must talk.”
He tried to think of something he’d said often to her but couldn’t think of anything. Together, they could spend hours without a word. A comfortable silence, where nothing was said, and everything was understood. They communicated all the time, through words of course, but also when they made love. When she screamed in pleasure under him and his body finally surrendered, triggered by her own orgasm.
“Do that again!”
Ian’s urgent demand sliced through his mind, bringing him back to the present. “What?”
“Do that sound again! She moved. Your Kat turned her head toward the growl your lynx made.”
Growl? Scrambling he tried to remember what he was thinking, and images of sex came to mind. Immediately, he tried to imitate the deep animalistic growl he made when he was naked with her, when everything was about to break loose.
The response was immediate. Kat did turn even more in his direction, and if he wasn’t mistaken, something shimmered in her pale eyes before returning to their initial blankness.
The swell of hope that overtook Brant threatened to make him choke. He wanted to run to his woman sitting in front of the fire, but instead took his friend in his arms, grateful, and squeezed him until he heard cracking ribs.
There was a way to bring her back, and he would find it.
