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release, she crested and cried out at the burst of euphoria that filled her. It
was difficult not being able to wrap her arms around him and bring him closer
to her, but she refused to let that diminish any of the contentment surging
within her.
    “That was amazing,” Jacob said as he nuzzled her neck.
    She wiggled under him. “It was.”
    “I like you like this.” He nipped at her earlobe as he
pulled out of her. “I don’t have to worry about you sneaking off to chase down
drug lords as soon as my back is turned.” He kissed her neck as his hand
caressed her side. “But I imagine your hands are starting to go numb.”
    She flexed her fingers and noticed the pins-and-needles
sensation for the first time. “Maybe a little.”
    “Can’t have that, can we?” He untied her hands and then
disposed of the condom before lying down next to her. They wouldn’t work as a
couple. She shouldn’t have even opened her door to him that night. Yet, for
something that was so wrong, if felt very right.

Chapter Three
     
    Searing pain coursed through her body. Her hands were
huge and covered in bumps and her teeth were sharp to the touch of her tongue.
As she sat down on the hard bed, pain exploded through her once more. Her hands
and teeth had returned to normal but now soft feathers brushed against her
cheek.
    Izzy woke abruptly. Her breath came in frantic gasps and her
heart raced painfully. It wasn’t until she forced herself to look at her hands
and run her tongue over her teeth that she started to relax. She’d been haunted
by the same dream since rehab but she’d been having it more frequently since
she’d decided to work with the DEA and had started confronting her past.
    When she’d finally convinced herself it was just a dream,
she looked at the man lying next to her. Remorse filled her as she remembered
the reasons they couldn’t be together. The reasons they shouldn’t have been
together even once. The most important one being that she wasn’t human. When
she figured in her drug-dealing father, her criminal past and her psychotic
half brother, she had no choice but to walk away from him, and soon. But all
she could do was stare at him. The morning light streaming through the window
made his skin glow with warmth and his sleep-tousled hair begged for her
fingers’ attention. Fortunately, before she had a chance to act on the impulse,
the cry of an unfamiliar cell phone broke the silence of the apartment.
    “Jacob.”
    He didn’t so much as flutter an eyelash.
    “Jacob.” This time she ran a fingertip gently up his inner
thigh. “Wake up.”
    “Hmm?” His eyes were still shut and his voice groggy with
sleep.
    “Your phone is ringing.”
    That did the trick. Instantly he was sitting up and looking
around for the phone.
    She watched him search frantically for a moment before
offering a suggestion of help. “I think it fell out of your pocket. It sounds
like it’s in the front room.”
    “Shit!” He jumped off the bed and sprinted from the room in
nothing but his boxers.
    It took her a moment to gather her courage but then she also
climbed out of the warm covers. After slipping into her favorite silk robe, she
followed him into the front room.
    “No progress? But last night… I know. What about the second
operative? Jesus Christ! The medics couldn’t do anything?” His voice was low,
but it sounded more as if he were distraught than trying to keep his
conversation a secret.
    She crossed into the kitchen and started the coffeepot
before she grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge. She poured herself a
large glass but almost dropped the carton as she went to put it back. Jacob had
finished his conversation and was standing in front of her wearing only his
jeans. As she stared at his naked chest, vivid images of last night flashed
through her head. She could already feel her resolve start to crumble like a
castle of sand in a storm.
    Clearing her throat, she held the carton up between them
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