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let go of the guilt. He would, however, never love again. He bent down and picked up the teddy. He wouldn’t pack it away in any box. It had been the first gift he had given his son, and it would come home with him. It would serve as a reminder of what an epic failure he was.
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    Sarah stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her hands over the peach-colored summer dress. She pulled her hair up and moved her head from side to side, trying to decide if she should wear it up or down. She let the dark locks fall back to her shoulders deciding it was sexier cascading over her breasts. Besides, she wouldn’t have to worry about it being messed up later when she and Brock went at it. Her hope was he’d fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
    Lord knew she was desperate to be laid, and now that this demon had walked into her life? Well, they both could have a good time without consequences. She wouldn’t have to worry about a human and hurting them either physically or emotionally. Brock? He’d used up the last of his power reserve when he’d removed the spell from the house so there was no doubt in her mind he’d be more than willing to have a go between the sheets so he could refuel. Staying in a mortal state was not a smart thing to do. It made them vulnerable.
    She took another look in the mirror. Just enough cleavage to make the male drool. Sarah slipped on a pair of three-inch heels that showed off her perfect pedicured toes and with any luck would bring her lips closer to his.
    She sauntered across the bedroom, grabbed her purse and prayed she could keep her panties dry at least through dinner. After that, all bets were off and hopefully their clothes, too. She grabbed the car keys from the kitchen counter and headed out the door.
    Half an hour later, Sarah maneuvered into a parking spot a block from where Brock had said his boat was moored. The sun was just slipping below the horizon, filling the sky with soft pastels and a warm August breeze slid across her skin. She walked along the water, her heels clicking on the wooden planks of the pier. The merchants were busy gearing up for an evening of festivities. Music wafted from the outdoor cafes, and soon the boardwalk would be occupied with both tourists and locals, their bellies filled to the brim with fresh seafood and brew.
    Whistles carried on the wind as men admired her sleek form in the short dress. Sarah couldn’t help but smile thinking about how Brock would be the one to have her tonight. A tall stranger dressed in a black suit with dark sunglasses stepped in front of her.
    “Mr. Sinclair is waiting for you, ma’am.”
    “Oh.”
    “Right this way.” The gentleman led her down a narrow pier where another man in identical garb stood guard. Both men looked as if they had accidentally made a wrong turn while protecting the president and ended up here. She wondered whom they were guarding.
    “Sarah.”
    She looked up and saw Brock’s smiling face as he waved to her over the railing. “I’ll be right down.”
    In a flash, he was beside her. His hand at the small of her back sent shivers up her spine as he escorted her onto the vessel. She was taken aback at his change in attitude but happy to see it. Maybe, Brock had let go of some of his ghosts today. She could only hope.
    “This is impressive, but why the entourage?”
    Brock shrugged. “It comes with the job of being the prince’s right hand.”
    “Oh.” Brock had mentioned the prince in an earlier conversation, but apparently, she’d been too busy checking out the goods to pay attention. Oops. “What do you do for the prince?” Sarah had never met Damis, but he had a reputation for being a fair and kind man—if you were on his good side, that is.
    “Whatever he wants me to do.”
    His answer was vague to say the least, but she supposed he was unable to talk about his missions. She could also only guess at the number of women, both human and demon, who presented themselves to someone of his