Chapter 3

Le Loup Garou. The sign glowed neon bright above the shuttered windows. Embry wondered if it was designed to appeal to curious tourists who came to the Crescent City in search of myth and legend, then decided it probably wasnt. They werent in the French Quarter and nowhere near Bourbon Street. This was a neighborhood place, tucked between a darkened law office and a building with space for lease.
Cade pulled open the paneled door. Blues, rich and soulful, spilled out to color the night. “After you,” he gestured.
Moving in a way that she hoped resembled a slow, deliberate, Watch Me walk, Embry moved past him, feeling his eyes on her as she stepped through the tiny vestibule and into the light and sounds of the bar. She blinked a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust. The walls were exposed brick, dominated by a mirror behind a long, polished bar. Black and white photographs in cypress wood frames drew the eye here and there. On the wall opposite the bar, a jumbo flat screen TV played a recap of what she recognized as another fight that had been on tonights ticket.
“Hey! Hail the conquerin hero!”
Embry shifted her gaze to the bartender who held some bottle aloft by the neck in salute to Cade, whod stepped up beside her.
With a grin and a flourish, Cade made a mocking bow to the tune of applause from most of the patrons present. “Another title won! Yall know what that means?” He pointed his finger toward the audience.
“Hot wings!” came the resounding chorus.
“On me!”
Embry felt her lips quirk as he placed a hand on the small of her back to navigate her toward the bar. “Isnt a round of drinks more traditional?”
“Yeah but Micks place makes the best damned hot wings in the city, and Im always starving after a fight.”
“I already put da order in to Jeanette,” said the bartender, sliding a mug the length of the bar to a waiting hand.
“Hows business tonight, my man?” asked Cade bumping fists with the other man.
“Always good on fight night.” Micks eyes moved over to Embry. “And whos dis lovely lady?”
“Mick, Embry. Embry, Micajah Guidry, owner of this fine establishment.”
When the bartender offered his hand, Embry took it, surprised when he raised it to his lips in a gallant kiss. “Either da prizes have gotten way better dis season, or your taste has improved considerable.”
“Pay no attention to him, Embry. I assure you—”
She didnt hear whatever comeback Cade made. Her amusement faded as she saw Micks nostrils flare, inhaling her scent. For a moment his eyes glowed, flicking to hers in appraisal.
Son of a bitch, she thought, fighting to control her own flare of alarm. The bastard certainly had a sense of humor. Only a wolf-shifter would think naming a bar Le Loup Garou and hiding in plain sight was funny.
“Hey now, hands off my date, Cajun,” said Cade, tugging her hand away and tucking a possessive arm around her.
“No offense, but you playin wit fire wit dis one.”
“I swear, Im a puppy dog,” protested Cade.
But Embry knew perfectly well what Mick had meant. He knew what she was.
Satisfied that his warning had been received, the Wylks attention shifted to Cade. “Your usual?”
Cade nodded.
“How about you, cher? Wine? G and T? Amaretto sour?”
“Martini. Dirty.” Because her legs felt a little shaky, Embry slid onto a barstool.
Her mind buzzed with calculation. Was the mission compromised? Would she be reported? Surely not. This wolf had no idea what she was about, what she wanted Cade for. As far as he knew, she was just his date, nothing more. It wasnt like she had a badge tattooed on her forehead that proclaimed her IED.
Mick passed Cade a beer and set the martini in front of her before folding his arms and leaning conversationally on the bar. “So where he pick you up, cher? You not from around here.”
“I was at the fight,” she replied, taking a careful sip and humming in approval.
“Front row,” said Cade cheerfully.
“She was what you was lookin at when Archer clocked you one?”
Cade rubbed at the knot on his head. “It was a moment.”
“You lucky he didnt knock you da fuck out, da way you was all moony-eyed.”
“Hey, first, I object to the term moony-eyed. Second, I tied Archers ass up in a bow during that second round. Forgive the coon ass, Embry. He thinks being my best friend obliges him to give me shit about women.”
Best friend. Great.She took another sip of the martini. “So how did you two meet? Youre not from New Orleans either, are you, Cade? I mean, your accent doesnt match.”
There was the briefest moment of hesitation before he answered, “Memphis actually. Been in New Orleans for about ten years now. My first place wasnt too far from here, and I came in one night after work. There were a couple of defensive linemen from Tulane who took offense when Mick cut em off.”
“Cade helped take out da trash,” said Mick picking up the narrative. “Not dat I couldna handled em myself.”
“Of course you could,” said Cade. “But whatever, I helped.”
“He has a beautiful left cross, him,” said Mick affecting wiping away a tear.
“True dat,” agreed Cade with a grin. “We bonded over a bottle of tequila after closing time. Been tight ever since.”
A door at the far end of the bar swung open and a trio of waitresses sashayed out carrying trays loaded up with baskets of hot wings. One of them, a buxom blonde in a babydoll T-shirt at least one size too small, flounced over and placed two baskets on the bar in front of them. She offered Cade a toothygrin, “Whos the flavor of the week, Cade?”
Embry diverted the flare of temper to the glass in her hand and totally ruined her martini.
A petite woman with salt and pepper hair slipped between the waitress and the bar to set down a basket of fries. “Watch yo mouth. Just cause he dont wanna warm yo bed, dont mean he cant look elsewhere. You got tables.”
With a huff, the blond sashayed away.
Satisfaction warred with embarrassment, and Embry fought to keep both off her face as the woman swung in her direction. The dark, sharp eyes studied her with interest for several moments before she turned to Cade, taking his face between her red-nail tipped fingers and planting a smacking kiss on his mouth. “Congrats on your win, cher.”
Smiling sheepishly, Cade enfolded the woman in a massive bear hug. “Thanks Jeanette.” He shifted her around until they were both facing Embry. “This is Embry Hollister. Embry, this is my New Orleans Maman, Jeanette Benoit.”
Best friend and his current mother figure. What is this, Embry wondered, a meet the family kind of date?It wasnt at all what shed had in mind. Shed never be able to slip him the antidote beneath their watchful eyes.
Embry forced her lips to curve and held her hand out to Jeanette. “Nice to meet you.”
The other woman took her hand, her eyes glazing over a moment, her smile frozen in place. Then Jeannette blinked, releasing her hand. “You are different.”
Though her senses jangled with alarm, she forced her voice to be light. “Hes not usually into redheads?”
Jeanette made a noncommittal noise, then patted Cades shoulder and headed back to the kitchen.
Cade missed the exchange, as he was busy replying to the assorted wave of thank yous being tossed out from the rest of the de facto fan club who were likewise digging into their wings. He didnt notice her sudden tension. Mick noticed. From the other end of the bar, he lifted a brow and looked back at the kitchen.
Embrys mind raced, analyzing the exchange in an attempt to catalogue the threat. Witch? One with the power of Sight? Shed made no subtle warning or challenge as Mick had, so maybe this Jeannette wasnt an immediate threat.
Embry shifted to study the crowd, as much from habit as to settle herself again. Among the patrons she counted a vampire, two other Wylk, and a male witch who was illegally working a charm on the woman he was with. Embry could have busted him, but she wasnt on duty, and she sure as hell wasnt about to blow her shot at this mission.
“You okay?” asked Cade. “Wings not your thing? Im sorry, I shouldve asked. Would you like something else?”
Embry dialed the smile back up and focused on him. “No, Im fine. Just a little overwhelmed. Ive been in a lot of crowds tonight.”
“Not into big presses of people, huh?”
“Not really.”
“Me neither,” he admitted.
“Really? But the crowds love you.”
“They love whoever the winner of the minute is. Tomorrow that may not be me.”
“Then what?” she asked. “What will you do when you cant fight anymore?”
“Damned if I know.” He made short work of the rest of his wings. “What about you? What do you do?”
She slanted a glance down the bar to where Mick was chatting with a couple of other patrons. He didnt move, didnt glance her way, but Embry knew he was listening. “I could tell you, but then Id have to kill you.”
Cades lips curved in a killer smile she felt straight down to her gut. “A woman of mystery. Okay, I can respect that. So you wont tell me what you do, tell me something else about yourself.”
Time to get the show on the road, she thought placing a hand on his forearm and leaning in close. “I secretly hate high heels,” she whispered. “But you cant tell anyone. Theyll take away my woman card.”
His eyes raked over her in appreciation. “Sugar, nobody could ever take your woman card away.”
She leaned back, crossing her legs so the hemline rode high, drawing his eyes again. “Yeah, well, it has its uses.”
“Like making guys drool?”
“Well, we sure dont do it for us.”
He threw back his head and laughed. God, how shed missed that sound.
“Well on behalf of my side of the species, thank God for it.” He raised his glass.
She tapped her martini glass against the lip with a cheerful clink, then drained the last of her spoiled drink.
“Want another?” he asked, starting to signal for Mick.
Embry shook her head and bent toward him. “Lets get out of here,” she whispered, letting her lips brush against the lobe of his ear.
His big body tensed in a shiver before he tipped his eyes back to hers. “Yes maam.”

Men are pigs, thought Embry, struggling to keep the flirty smile from turning into a scowl as the elevator climbed slowly to the ninth floor. Cade stood beside her, thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans.

Never mind that this was the role she was playing, that this was exactly where she wanted him.
He probably has women throwing themselves at him all the time, she thought with disgust. The sexy, successful fighter. Probably gets all the tail he could want. Neanderthal. Flavor of the week, my ass.
She felt a growl vibrate in the back of her throat.
“Did you say something?” he asked.
“Just clearing my throat,” she said, pasting the smile back on as she met his eyes. There isn’t enough air in here.
The doors slid open with a soft ding and he offered her his arm. Embry thought it was a foolishly gallant gesture given what he thought they were going to do, but she slid her hand in the crook of his elbow anyway and led him down the hall.
At the door to her room, she fumbled through her purse for the room key. She couldnt help herself. “I guess you do this all the time, huh?” Jealous idiot, she told herself.
He smiled a trifle sheepishly. “Meet insanely attractive, audacious women with a killer sense of humor? No, not so much.”
Clearly your tastes more often run to brainless bimbos. But she smiled anyway and slid the keycard into the door.
She paused just inside the doorway, doing a quick sweep of the room with her senses. But the spells shed put in place when she left hadnt been disturbed. She loosed a little breath of relief.
Cades hands settled lightly on her shoulders and began to knead. “You seem a bit tense.”
It wasnt the first time hed touched her tonight. He was a casually affectionate sort of guy. But theyd been in public before, surrounded by people she had to constantly scan and assess. With no other threat to distract her, Embry was fully aware of the strength in his hands, the feel of his fingers on her bare shoulders. Heat radiated off him in the too cold air, a solid reminder that he was very much alive. He leaned in, as if to catch a too quiet response, and his breath trailed over her skin. Lust and need tangled in her belly.
As she wracked her brain for a glib reply, he circled around in front of her. “Hey, I dont expect anything. You get uncomfortable or want me to go, you just say the word. No harm, no foul.”
“Always the gentleman,” she murmured. “Someone raised you right.”
Something flickered in his eyes before he smiled and took both her hands in his. “Cmon.”
He started tugging her further into the room. Her heart stumbled and so did her feet as her gaze strayed to the sprawling king-sized bed. But he bypassed it, nudging her instead onto the sofa. Then he sat on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
Cade lifted her foot and did a reverse Cinderella, slipping the stiletto heel off and setting it aside. “I can see how these would be uncomfortable, but they totally accomplish their mission.”
“And whats that?” Embry asked as he began to slowly flex her foot.
“They draw attention to your truly superb legs.” He dug his thumbs into the ball and dragged them to the arch.
Embry made an involuntary groan of pleasure and let her head drop back against the sofa. “Thats it. This is your fallback career when you cant fight anymore. Women would line up for miles for a foot massage like this.”
Chuckling, Cade continued to knead, loosening the knots and strain in her abused feet.
He’s not seducing me, Embry told herself. I’m just letting him think he is. But she couldnt resist imagining those magic hands elsewhere on her body. Then she couldnt stop the memory of them from flashing to life in her mind. She wanted him. She had always wanted him. But shed be damned if she was going to let history repeat itself. This was a mission, nothing more. It couldnt be anything more.
Because she was desperate to touch him, Embry curled her fingers into the cushions and called herself a liar.
“Hey, where did your head go just now?”
She opened her eyes to look down at him as he shifted over to the other foot. God he was beautiful. And completely out of bounds.
“You look sad.”
I found out that the man I love is still alive, and it doesn’t matter because however things turn out, I can’t be with him. Yeah, that makes me pretty fucking heartbroken.
Giving into the urge, she leaned forward and captured his face lightly in her hands. It was a pleasure to run her fingers over the planes of it. His cheeks were sharper, leaner now, without the boyish softness she remembered. There was an assortment of small scars that she didnt recognize. She traced each of them softly, wondering if theyd all come from the cage.
His lips quirked. “Im not too pretty after all these years of fighting.”
“Nothing has looked more wonderful to me in the last ten years,” she said.
His eyes widened, and Embry realized her mistake. Muttering a curse, she laid her lips over his.
She meant to distract him. To keep her own head and kiss him until she could think of an explanation that wouldnt blow this. But beneath the faint taste of hops from his earlier beer, she tasted home, and she wanted to drown in it. All the years of longing, of wanting, of grieving swamped her, and she dragged him closer, her hands diving into his hair.
His arms came around her, one hand fisting in her curls as he dragged her head back and plundered her mouth with the same ragged desperation she felt.
It was foolish, dangerous, and she didnt care. After so many years of nothing, just this once she was going to take something for herself.
He jerked her to her feet, and they circled in a fevered dance toward the bed, straining to touch and taste. And beneath his hands, she felt herself ignite.
Alarmed, Embry stumbled back. She struggled to slow the breath that threatened to whistle out of her lungs like a steam engine. She stepped back from him. “I think I need a drink.” Stupid. Idiot. Get it together.
The ice bucket was where shed left it on the coffee table hours earlier, albeit with a puddle of condensation around it. She scooped what remained of the ice into the waiting glasses and added a generous three fingers of scotch to one. Her hand trembled. She hadnt counted on this, hadnt planned on all the old feelings swirling up and taking over. She needed to be focused. She was here on a mission. This was about her father, not about reviving feelings for a ghost.
The first sip burned its way down to her stomach, clearing her mind, clarifying her purpose. Slipping the tiny vial from her dress, she carefully tipped the contents into the second glass on the pretext of adding more ice, then topped it off with single malt. She offered it to Cade. “Join me?”
His breath still came harder than normal as he crossed and took the glass, and Embry hoped he didnt see the very real spark that flew up when his finger brushed hers. Get a grip, woman or you’re going to burn the hotel down.
Rather than taking a sip of the drink in his hand, Cade swirled the glass until the ice rattled. He didnt look amused anymore. “You said ten years.”
“Did I?” The nerves doing a river dance in her stomach trembled in her voice. Drink the damned scotch.
“You know me, dont you.” It wasnt a question. The words came out more as an accusation that slapped her from across the room.
No more lies on this one. Keeping her gaze steady on his, she swallowed. “Yes.”
“Why didnt you say anything?” he demanded. The fingers gripping his glass went white.
“You didnt remember me.”
“I dont remember anything. Who are you?”
“I told you. Im Embry Hollister—” she began.
“No. Who are you to me? Or who were you?”
Drink the scotch. Drink the scotch. The words repeated like a mantra in her head. She took another sip of her own, hoping hed follow the example. “We were…involved. I wanted to see if youd remember anything from spending time with me.” Okay, partial truth.
The ice cubes clinked in his glass as he began to pace restlessly. “I saw you. During the fight. And I felt. . .I dont know what I felt. But something. When I asked you in the locker room if you knew me, you blew it off.” He stopped pacing to face her. “Do you have any idea how longIve been looking for someone who knew me from before?”
“I imagine as long as Ive been looking over my shoulder hoping to find you.” Embry was out of scotch.
“So we were involved? Important to each other?” he asked.
“Very,” she said softly.
“Do you know what happened to me? Why I cant remember?”
“Some of it,” she admitted.
He tipped the glass back and drained it. “Tell me everything,” he said, slapping the glass down with a thunk.
Embry stared at it in relief. “I dont have to. Youre about to remember.”
A vein popped out at his temple and his eyes went wide. One hand flew to his throat as he began to wheeze, the other reached out to her as he stumbled forward. “What . . . have . . . you . . .done?”
“Set you free,” she said softly.
He crashed onto the coffee table. The wood splintered, the tray and the ice bucket flying.
Even knowing that the antidote wouldnt kill him, panic pulsed through her at the sight of his purpling face. His limbs flailed, his body bowing as the potion worked its way through every cell, eradicating the memory block imposed there all those years ago.
At last, he was still, his color returning to normal. With considerable effort, she hoisted his dead weight and repositioned him on the bed. Then she poured herself another scotch and settled in to wait.