Hunter in Seattle - Supernatural City Book 2

5 Grayson

Gray sat at the small breakfast nook, placed against the windows near the kitchen, and sipped black coffee while he watched the world through the windows. Since the condo faced west, he had a clear view unhindered by the brilliance of the morning sun, not that much made its way through the overcast skies.

He wondered if this was how a gargoyle felt, so high above the world that people looked like ants as they moved across the pavement. God those were nasty bastards to hunt. Their skin was so thick even blades as sharp as his wouldn't cut through it.

The front door opening on the other side of the room grabbed his attention. A middle-aged Hispanic woman walked through, a tote bag swinging on her hip. She gave no reaction to his presence, and he wondered if she noticed him. She took several minutes to walk to the kitchen, put her bag down, and start pulling different groceries from it before she looked up to see him staring at her.

Screaming, the woman placed a hand on her chest and yelled at him in Spanish. There was a crash from Ash's bedroom before her door flew open and she ran out, a black silk dressing gown hanging open over the pajama bottoms from the previous night and a matching silk tank top. Gray wondered why she hadn't worn the top the night before. Crossing his legs under the table, he tried to calm the erection pushing at his pants as he ate her with his eyes.

"¿Quién es ese hombre y por qué está sentado en tu mesa?" The woman pointed at him, shaking her finger.

Ash raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking towards him before returning to the woman. "Tengo invitados que se quedarán por unos días. Olvidé enviarte un mensaje. Por favor, no vayan a mi armario hasta que yo diga que está bien." She answered the woman in perfectly accented Spanish.

"Por qué no?" The woman narrowed her eyes, craning her neck to look past Ash's shoulder towards her bedroom. Gray watched the exchange wondering what they were saying to one another. English was the only language he spoke, but he assumed in her profession, the more she spoke, the better.

"¡Por que yo dije, Marta!" Ash threw her hands up in the air in frustration before joining him at the table. "I don't get no respect. No respect from anyone," She toned her best Rodney Dangerfield impression.

"What was that all about?" Gray asked, watching the women.

"Oh, she wanted to know who you were. I told her I have guests, and she needs to stay out of my closet."

Marta snorted and brought her a cup of coffee from the pot he brewed earlier. "You get plenty of respect."

Ash grinned up at her, accepting the coffee with sugar and milk already added, and turned towards him. "I need to run errands this morning."

"I'll go with you." Gray gazed at her, admiring how her blonde hair fell like a halo around her face and shoulders.

Ash grunted, pursing her lips. "I don't need a babysitter."

"Then think of me as a bodyguard."

Gray turned Marta's way with interest as the smell of bacon hitting a frying pan reached his nose. He refused to acknowledge Ash's glare as she stared at him. In his mind, the argument was over. He wouldn't let her leave the house by herself when the witch's minions could attack at any time. "We wouldn't want a repeat of last night."

"Which part?" Ash snickered into her coffee.

A grin crept over Gray's lips as he glanced at her. "The first part, obviously." He felt a tingle travel down his spine as she blushed, trying to cover the redness by taking another sip of coffee.

Marta brought two dishes to the table and placed them in front of each of them. The plate she served him was filled with a heap of eggs, several strips of bacon, and a stack of toast. Ash's only held a portion of eggs and a slice of tomato. Gray dug into the food with gusto as Marta disappeared into some other part of the house.