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possessive note in Julian’s voice. He reached into a jar of black olives sitting open on the counter, plopping one in his mouth. He let it roll over his tongue a few times before starting to chew.
     
    Julian kept watching him, one eyebrow cocked and lips pursed. Finally Tim reached into his back pocket and tossed him a small, carefully folded piece of paper.
     
    Julian didn’t say anything at first, just spread out the paper and read. He looked back up, brow wrinkled in confusion. “What’s this? Lisa Harrington and what looks like a credit card number? Someone you know involved in credit fraud?”
     
    Tim shrugged, struggling not to grin and to keep his voice soft and even. “I just wanted to give you what I could find from her bar tab. Figured it’d be enough for you to track her down.”
     
    “And I’d track her down why? She in trouble?” Julian asked, starting to crumble the paper in his fist.
     
    “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Tim answered, letting awe and wonder fill his voice. “She keeps that shiny silver hair of hers short now, so it swings just above her delicate shoulders. Her blue eyes look straight into your soul, deep and piercing. Almost makes you miss that pouting mouth, with lush lips a man can’t help but imagine wrapped around and sucking his cock. And her sweetly rounded body was made to be ridden long and hard, throughout the night. Sound familiar?”
     
    Julian’s face paled as he stared down at the name, the paper rattling in his shaking grasp. “You saw her. You actually saw her,” he whispered as hope and fear clashed in his eyes and his mouth thinned. “Are you certain it was her?”
     
    Tim couldn’t resist cupping Julian’s chin in a firm grip. He swooped down on Julian’s mouth, his tongue flicking out to wipe away the strain before plunging in for a taste. A glow filled him as he pulled back and looked at the dazed expression in his lover’s eyes.
     
    “I don’t remember all the things you do but I knew her the second I set eyes on her.” Tim stopped, still clutching Julian’s face and willing him to listen to every word, to understand how deeply the meeting had shaken him. “It was like the first moment I saw you. Complete, heart-rending déjà vu. Even before I got near her I knew the little whimpering sounds she’d make, how hard to caress her and what places to touch to get the best reaction. It’s her, no question.”
     
    “Lisa Harrington,” Julian said, letting the innocent-sounding name roll across his tongue. “She came to the club?”
     
    Tim stepped back and hopped up to sit on the cool black marble counter as he snagged another olive, tossing it in his mouth. He licked each finger before answering. “She was with a group of girlfriends. I got her alone for one dance. Then she avoided me like the plague. I’m not sure how much, if anything, she remembers.”
     
    Julian carefully smoothed out the crumpled paper, his fingers lingering reverently on the loops of her name as though he wanted to absorb the ink through his fingertips. “I’ll run this info through the ‘Net,” he murmured, eyes still staring off into space and into the twisting ribbons of possible futures. “It shouldn’t take me long to find her. Then we need to plan how to approach her. Time’s short and we’ve got a lot to make up for. Gaining her trust won’t be easy. Never easy.”
     
    “We can’t let her get away,” Tim replied, his heart growing tight in his chest and threatening to crawl out his throat. He didn’t remember everything that happened. Julian had had to tell him about their pasts, like a story involving other people. Nothing he could relate to or remember. But he felt the scar of their failure hard and deep in his soul. “Seducing her won’t be enough. We’re going to have to bind her to us if we want the ritual to work. Tie her heart and soul to ours.”
     
    Julian nodded, still staring down at the innocent, wrinkled