Shattered Restraint (Moon Virus Book 4)(5)

By: Cassandra Lawson

Now, living among the vampires, Danny was getting to try a lot of new things—some good, some bad. Alcoholic beverages would definitely be put on his list of bad things. When the other humans had assured him it would help him forget his troubles for a few hours, he’d blown off dinner with his friend, Layla, and consumed far too much of the nasty concoction.

The first drink should have been his warning. The stuff tasted terrible and burned his throat going down. Still, he’d been an idiot and kept at it until he’d started to feel somewhat numb. His mind drifted to the super hot woman he’d met, and he nearly groaned because he also remembered acting like an ass in front of her. She’d probably run in the opposite direction the next time she saw him.

“How are you feeling?”

The husky female voice was enough to make him instantly hard, despite the pain in his head. The realization that there was a strange woman in his bed was enough to keep his mind from falling into sync with his cock. Cracking open his eyes, he turned his head to look at the woman beside him. With her wavy brown hair hanging down to just past her shoulders, she looked somewhat wild. Her amber eyes were familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he’d seen eyes that color at the settlement before. Even with the covers hiding most of her body, he could tell she had a sleek, athletic build. He instantly recognized her as the hot woman from the night before and wondered how she’d ended up naked in his bed. There was no way he’d charmed her into sleeping with him. He remembered enough to know vodka made him act like an idiot.

“I feel like hell,” he croaked. His throat felt like he hadn’t had a drink in days.

She laughed, and that sexy voice moved along his skin. “In the future, you shouldn’t drink vodka,” she said.

“You’re right about that,” he agreed. “That was my first time, and it will definitely be my last.” Then he looked at the time. “Damn! I’m running late.”

“Was that just a line to get the woman you can’t remember out of your bed?” she asked with a playful smile.

“I remember you,” he said before flashing a self-depreciating smile. “But I have no idea how we ended up here. Sorry, that sounded awful.” He draped an arm over his eyes and realized he’d definitely never see this woman again if he kept acting like an ass.

“We didn’t have sex,” she said. “I can tell you’re worried you’ll need to tell me you forgot the details of that.”

“I wouldn’t want to forget something like that,” he admitted, gingerly rolling to his side to study her. “Honestly, I’m not trying to run away from you, but I’m on patrol today. Although, I have no idea how I’m going to survive it with this headache. Guess I deserve the pain, though.”

She reached to the side of the bed and handed him a glass of water and two pills. “Your friends said these would help.”

“Thanks,” Danny said as he sat up, swallowed the pills, and drained the glass of water before carefully climbing out of bed so his head wouldn’t fall off.

“You’re welcome, Dane,” she said.

Danny turned way too fast and nearly threw up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt her hands on his shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said with a strained smile. “You caught me off guard when you called me Dane.”

“That is your name, right?” she asked, looking confused. “At least, that’s what you told me your name was last night.”

There was this hazy memory of her laughing at him when he said something foolish to get her attention.

“What’s your name?” she’d asked.

“Dane,” he’d answered.

Why he’d told her his name was Dane, he didn’t know.

“No one’s called me that in well over twenty years—not since my dad died,” he admitted.

“Sorry,” she said. “Last night, you told me to call you Dane. I even thought I’d misunderstood you when someone else called you Danny, but you insisted you were Dane, the killer.”

“My mom always said Dane was a killer’s name,” he told her quietly.