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or Michael. How was she supposed to keep her feelings to herself when he was around?
    “Just try to rein it in a little, please.” Sometimes being an empath really sucked. No strike that… it always sucked. Knowing what emotions people were feeling, all the time… God damn it, I need to get off this friggin’ island. Not that it would make any difference. He’d still sense what people were feeling. “It’s partly my fault,” he said to her. “I have a hard time managing it when I’m pissed.”
    She tossed him an understanding shrug.
    Traffic cleared and motorcycle man pulled away from the curb, making a U-turn. His dark eyes caught Melinda’s, and he winked as he drove by. Her cheeks turned rosy, a sudden self-consciousness awareness washing over her. She gazed down at her dress.
    I really need to pay more attention to what I’m wearing before I leave the house. I’m beyond pathetic. The dress was old, baggy and fell to her ankles. It was also comfortable and hid the shape of her body. No one needed to see her curves, or lack thereof. Curvy in all the wrong places. Maybe I should eat fewer donuts… what was it jerkwad had called her? Oh, right… adorable … not beautiful or pretty, or sexy… but adorable, with that look of yeah, you should lose a few pounds… yup, adorable was currently her least favorite word.
    Michael shook his head but held his tongue. His sister flipped through emotions faster than changing the TV channels. He almost wished the guy on the bike had hit on her, just to make her feel better about herself.
    Melinda sighed. Wink or no wink, there was no way a handsome guy like motorcycle man would ever be into her, never mind that he was most likely a tourist and would leave town any day. She would probably never happen across him again.
    She squeezed her fists in frustration. William’s dream had left her worked up and unsatisfied. However, picking up a total stranger was not the answer to her conundrum. Although as she thought about it, perhaps it was exactly what she needed.
    She squelched the thought. It was a bad idea. A stupid idea. Melinda Howard and strangers, even hot ones on motorcycles, did not mix. Look at what had happened with jerkwad! Did she learn nothing?
    Damn hormones and stupid sexy vampire dreams…
    “And we’re here,” announced Michael, loudly intruding her thoughts. He held open the front door of The Demon Isle Morgue, eyeing Melinda as if about to ask her something uncomfortable.
    Damn it. If it wasn’t William and his super vampire hearing, it was Michael and his ability to sense her emotions… could a girl not keep any secrets?
    “You ready to do this?” she asked, straying from topics she did not wish to discuss with her brother.
    “Um. Never. But it’s my duty, isn’t it?” Bitterness skimmed across his tongue.
    Mack, the town sheriff, met them just inside. She was a sturdy woman with keen eyes and sea-air worn skin that had never seen sun block. Her real name was Mackenzie Briggs. Most of the townsfolk called her Sheriff Briggs. But the Howard Witches had been assisting the local police since the Isle’s inception, plus the sheriff had also been friends with the siblings’ parents.
    “Ah, Michael Howard. You’re looking as scrumptious as ever,” said Mack, her eyes dancing in a playfully lustful manner.
    “Good morning, Mack.” He tossed her a seductive grin and a wink as he passed by her. 
    “Yup. Scrumdiddlyumptious.” She smacked her lips, making a point to watch him walk by.
    Melinda laughed. She enjoyed how the sheriff taunted her brother. He needed to be put in his place now and then.
    “Where to?” Michael asked, his enthusiasm lessened.
    “Yes, to the business at hand.” Mack motioned for them to follow. She entered an examination room. “Always sorry to make you do this, Michael. But we’re stumped on this one.”
    “Always glad to help,” Michael insisted. He attempted eagerness, but wasn’t fooling anyone.
    Mack locked