Suddenly, Warrick lifted his head. Darcy struggled to open her eyes and think through the fog of desire. She gazed into his cobalt eyes, her stomach clenching at the longing she saw reflected there.	"There's a Dark at the back," he whispered.	Darcy was so frustrated that she wanted to scream. Why couldn't they have a few minutes of privacy? If it wasn't Rhi popping in, it was the Dark after her. "Tell him to go away. We're busy."	A sexy grin pulled at Warrick's lips. "Gladly.
Donna Grant, Soul Scorched
dragon-kings, dragons, dreagan, druids, scottish-romance