Excerpt from My Paranormal Operations, Inc WIP, Taylor

This is the from chapter 19:

Devon groaned as the insistent ringing of his phone on the nightstand penetrated his sleep-fogged mind. He decided to ignore whoever was calling and tightened his arms around Taylor, drawing her closer. Taylor’s soft, warm body settled into his arms, her head tucked into his chest as she slept. The phone stopped ringing and with sigh he started to drift back into sleep only to start its shrill screeching again.

“Christ!” he swore rolling over and groping with one hand for it. Taylor released a soft sigh at the loss of his arm around her. He swiped the screen with his thumb before bringing it near his ear.

“What the fuck?” He demanded keeping his voice low, trying to not wake Taylor. But a glance at the woman that had been lying in his arms showed him she was awake. His breath caught in his throat, God, she was so beautiful when she woke up.

“Who is it?” Taylor’s voice was husky with sleep, her eyes soft. Devon frowned, the voice bellowing from the phone capturing his attention. He focused on Shay’s voice, the meaning of his boss’s words now becoming clear.

“Tone it done, Shay.” Devon said.

“Tone it down? Do you two know what the hell you did last night?” Shay asked tersely, his voice now at a more manageable level. Devon blinked at the question as Taylor’s face flush red. Obviously, she could hear Shay’s voice.

“What the hell do you mean? Do we know what we did last night?” Devon answered his boss’s question with one of his own. “It’s not anyone’s business what had happened between me and Taylor last night.”

“The hell it’s not.” Shay shot back. “Every paranormal across in Ireland knows you two completed the mating bond.” Taylor groaned, rolling away from him and burying her head in her pillow. “It sent a fucking tsunami of magic through all of us!”

‘Aw… fuck!” Devon swiped his free hand over his face. If every paranormal had felt that release of power that would include…

“Regan.” His voice was laced with ice at the uttered name. Taylor set up in the big bed with a frown.

“No Shit!” Shay replied curtly.

“Can anyone trace it back to here?” He watched as Taylor rolled to the edge of the bed and stood, walking naked to the bathroom. He watched the sway of her tight ass until she disappeared from sight.

“I don’t know. Someone would need a damn strong Dowser to trace it to here.” Shay paused. “If Taylor wasn’t a known target before, she is now. I’m betting that Regan will have Dowsers looking for the source of that surge soon, if he doesn’t already.”

“Well fuck.” Devon cursed as he sat up on the edge of the bed. “I can protect her…”

“No, you can’t. You’re leaving to work on finding Donovan’s missing daughters.” Shay reminded him.

“Oh, hell no!” Devon bit out shaking his head as if Shay could see him. “I am not leaving my mate here alone. I will not leave her until the danger from her father is eliminated…”

“You don’t have a choice in this, Agent Brady.” Shay interrupted him, his voice firm and filled with authority. This wasn’t Devon’s friend talking now; this was the head of the European Paranormal Ops, Inc speaking. “You will leave today and complete your assignment.”

Devon growled into his phone in frustration. “Look, Dev,” Shay said with a soft sigh. “I know she’s your mate and I know that the mating bond makes you want to protect her. “ Again Devon let loose a protective growl. “But Taylor’s a trained agent, just as you are. She’ll be safe here at HQ. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Fuck, Shay,” frustration filled Devon’s voice. “I know she should be safe be here but we both know there’s a mole within HQ.” He watched as Taylor walked in from the bathroom. She’d slipped on his shirt from the night before, leaving it hanging open in the front. “How do I protect her from that if I’m off on assignment?” Taylor’s eyes narrowed at his words.

“I can take care of myself, Devon Brady.” Taylor stated on a low hiss from the bathroom door.

“She can take care of herself, Dev.” Shay echoed Taylor’s words. “I want you both in Ops ASAP. We need to figure out how to handle this shit.”

“Give us an hour to…”

“Now, Agent Brady.” Shay’s voice was like steel. “Both of you.” The line went dead.

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