Missing Lynx (Lynx #2)

by Fiona Quinn

“You like men with superpowers.” “Doesn’t every little girl?” “Not from my experience. Most are satisfied with your run of the mill boy-band singer or football hero.” Striker offered me a lop-sided grin. “And what’s your type, Striker?” “My type for dating and my type for a serious, committed relationship are pretty different.” “Different boxes, huh? Okay. For dating?” “I dated for pleasure. I was looking for beauty, grace, good sex, and basic conversation.” I took note of the past tense he used and happiness effervesced in my veins. “When I think of a forever relationship, I want a diamond — multifaceted depth, beauty, fire, enjoyment, intellectual sparkle. I want to viscerally feel the connection.” Striker spoke slowly, hypnotically, looking deep into my eyes, watching how his words affected me. Boy were they affecting me, I wanted to launch myself into his arms, feel his hands and mouth on me… “Up until this point, I’ve been married to my job,” he said.