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of me, refusing to be denied. Dan’s
rhythm suddenly went away, replaced by erratic jerks.
    “Now, Brandilynn!” he shouted, and I
felt him pulse within me.
    My climax tore loose from its fractured
chains, clawing and tearing through me, ravaging me from the
inside. My shriek joined Dan’s cries, ringing wildly through the
air. We yelled fit to startle the living, feeding on each other’s
ecstasy as we bucked against one another. Heaven help me, I really
do love that man.

    Time passed, marked by our gasps which
rang out the seconds. In times of extreme emotion our spirits
remember the involuntary functions of our shed physical bodies, and
we know again what it feels like to breathe and have our hearts
thundering in our chests.
    Except for our heaving lungs we were
still for a little while, me hanging over a Harley and Dan standing
between my legs as the last convulsions of pleasure faded. Even
after we grew silent we stayed put, Dan’s hand warm on my back as
he gently rubbed lax muscles. The nearby traffic lulled me, and had
I been capable of dozing off, I would have. Unfortunately, the dead
never sleep.
    At last, my sweetie pulled free of me.
I turned around and perched myself on the motorcycle, sitting on it
sidesaddle. Dan clothed his gorgeous self with his usual uniform of
khaki pants and a white button-down shirt. I sighed. Some things
should never be covered.
    He grinned at me, the corners of his
eyes creasing pleasantly. He was like a kid who’d cleaned out the
cookie jar. A rough, rugged man may not be capable of adorableness,
but Dan was making a pretty good try.
    “Boy, what got your motor running?” I
asked. Now that the sex was over we were back on equal footing, and
I could be as demanding as my temperament declares.
    He shrugged. “You know I’m always glad
to see you.”
    I stroked my long, loose hair into
obedience. The careful updo had disappeared with my dress.
“Tristan’s going to be cranky. He wanted you to come to him right
away. Did you know Penny died again?”
    Dan paled and shook his head. “Ah hell
– sorry, I mean heck. What happened?”
    I smiled to let him know his apology
for using profanity around me was accepted. “Tainted blood. Tristan
wants you on the case.”
    He nodded. “The feds haven’t done much
about the pouch tamperings. Para justice always ends up on the
bottom of the funding ladder.”
    I nodded at the Beasts’ lair. “Anything
I need to know before stepping into the animal den
there?”
    Dan’s arms went around me, and I
snuggled against his chest, wishing he wasn’t wearing that darned
shirt. “Listen out for anything major like smuggling or planned
hits. Report any crimes planned to me or Tristan besides collecting
protection money and that kind of small time trash. And keep your
head down. They’ve got a male witch they call Hazel who’s in and
out of here.”
    I snorted. “Witch Hazel?”
    He chuckled. “They’re not very
original. Everyone goes by a nickname. Hazel owns the local strip
club, which is where he is right now. Avoid him and when possible
stay close to the club’s leader who goes by ‘C.K.’ If anything goes
down, it’s his call.” He sighed and released me, stepping back. “I
don’t expect you to find anything. This guy keeps whatever major
stuff he’s got happening really quiet. These last few weeks have
been one long goose chase.”

    “Maybe there’s nothing to them?” I
suggested. “All bluster, no real crime?”
    “Don’t you believe it for a second.
C.K. may be in a small town, but he’s not small time. I can
tell.”
    Dan had gone to prison, so he has more
insight into the criminal mind than most. I let the inference to
his jail time slide. He doesn’t like to be reminded that he once
committed a crime totally against his nature. “Okay. C.K. isn’t
much of a nickname,” I mused.
    Dan gave me a non-humorous smile. “It’s
short for ‘cop killer’. The Beasts accept he took an officer out
early in his