Coyote stared at the glowing phone screen on the table like it was some kind of warning light on a dashboard. Isabella’s name pulsed there, sharp against the dim glow of his living room. His first thought was Maya. Did Isabella know? Has someone told her? It's very possible Isabella knew a lot about him that not many people knew. His heart drummed against his ribs as the phone buzzed again, and for a moment he almost let it go to voicemail.But curiosity, and maybe fear, won out. He slid his thumb across the screen.“Hello?” His voice came out clipped, a little too cautious.“Coyote,” Isabella’s tone spilled through the speaker, warm and sharp at once, carrying that electric confidence she always wore like perfume. “Finally. I was beginning to think you were going to ignore me.”Her excitement caught him off guard. He expected coldness, suspicion, maybe one of those razor-edged questions she was so good at. Instead she sounded…quite happy. And just like that, the tension in his shou

Coyote woke to the sound of his own rough breathing and the low hum that came out of the air conditioner. His body ached everywhere, especially his hips and groin area, but it was the kind of ache that would make any man grin. He turned his head, and there she was, Isabella, curled up on her side, her dark hair messy against the silk sheets, one arm tucked under her cheek. Morning light slipped through the blinds, cutting across her bare shoulder, making her skin glow like it was painted with gold.For a while, he just lay there staring. A vixen. That’s what she was. Damn! She was so beautiful. She had no makeup on, there was clearly no effort put to look good, and still she looked like she belonged in his sweet dreams. He smirked, remembering last night. Going five rounds and wearing her out. She pushed him too, teased him, clawed at him, laughed, moaned, like she wanted to burn herself into him.Now she slept like they both hadn’t destroyed each other hours ago, and he felt like he