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their heart into it quite like Charlie. She deserved a fun night out. And he was about to wrench that away from her.
    “I need you to dig into someone for me.”
    There was a long pause on the other end. Only the constant, pulsing beat in the background let Carter know that the call hadn’t been dropped.
    “Of course, you do,” she finally said.
    “Is it going to be a problem?”
    “No problem at all.” Her voice had dropped an octave, but the music behind her was getting fainter. She was already leaving the club.
    Carter rattled off everything he knew about the disappearing reporter. “You got all that?”
    “Yep,” Charlie said.
    “Thanks,” Carter said, pushing open the front door of the office building as half a dozen cop cars—lights flashing and sirens blazing—pulled up to the front curb. “I owe you one.”
    “Yeah, you do.”

 
    Chapter Three
     
     
    “I think I’m going to need an extra shot in that latte today, Peter,” Ally said, as she leaned against the counter at her local coffee shop, CafeNation. “Better make it two extra.”
    Peter’s pierced brows arched as a smile pulled at his lips. “Long night?”
    “You could say that.” Ally pushed herself away from the counter long enough to pull her wallet out of her purse. The place was always packed this time of morning, and there was quite a line forming behind her.
    “Is that a good or a bad thing?”
    It’s a ‘worst night of my life’ thing .
    Ally shrugged noncommittally. “It’s a quad latte kind of thing.”
    “Gotcha.” Peter winked behind his thick-rimmed hipster glasses. “Do you want anything to eat with that?”
    Ally shot a glance over at the pastry case. She should say yes. She hadn’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday. But the truth was, her stomach was still roiling with acid from the night before, and the thought of stuffing anything down there only made the bile rise further up into her throat.
    “I’ll have a blueberry muffin,” a voice sounded by her side. Ally turned to find Carter Macmillan standing next to her. “And that Danish looks tasty.”
    Peter raised his brows. “Is he with you?”
    Ally’s stomach churned anew.
    “He is now,” she settled on. It was easier than causing a scene.
    She’d just have to get rid of him later…again.
    “Let me guess,” Peter said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “This is Mr. Long Night.”
    Ally flashed him a tight smile. “The pastries, Peter.”
    “Sure thing,” he said with a wink, before grabbing the tongs and heading off.
    “ Mr. Long Night ?” Carter didn’t bother hiding the amused grin that spread across his face.
    “What are you doing here, Mr. Macmillan ?”
    “Getting some breakfast,” he said.
    Ally pursed her lips and shot him a hard look. She was too damned tired for his attempts at humor.
    “Well, in that case, the line starts back there,” she said, tilting her head toward the front door.
    He gave a lazy shrug of his broad shoulders. “I figured that after last night the least you owed me was a muffin.”
    Ally let out a long sigh. “Why do I get the feeling that’s not the only thing you think I owe you?”
    The corners of his eyes lifted with his lips. “Well, I wasn’t going to bring up the seventy dollars you promised me, but—”
    “Fifty,” Ally corrected him.
    “That’s not how I remember it,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets and rocking back slightly on his heels.
    As much as she hated to admit it, he looked good. He was dressed very much like last night. The only real change was he’d swapped out one perfectly pressed black suit for a dark grey one. But other than that he was virtually the same. His short brown hair was still perfect. There were no dark circles under his eyes, no droop to his lids. He looked awake and alert, and more amazingly, in a good mood.
    The man wasn’t human. That was the only explanation she could come up with.
    “The extra twenty was for putting your arm