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jeans, a red sweater, socks, and
with my hair still damp, I walked out of my room.
     On
the way down the hall, I paused to listen in on the conversation being held in
the kitchen.
     “You
fuckin' mean she doesn't work for that law firm anymore?” Talon asked.
     Deanna
snorted and said, “Turn up your hearin' aid, old man, and listen carefully. No,
she don't work there no more.”
     “Where
she at now?”
     “At
some PI place not far from here.”
     “Hell.
Please don't tell me ' We put the P in PI' ?” he asked with disgust in his
voice.
     “Yeah,
I think that's it; like I said, she ain't been there long, two weeks tops.”
     “Fuck!”
     I
heard a bark of laughter that didn't sound anything like Talon or Deanna. So I
guessed Griz was still here.
     What
was the big problem with where I worked? I found Violet, Chuck, and Warden
great people to work with. It wasn't like I was doing any of the PI work. I was
their secretary and that was it.
     “Griz,”
Talon barked. Ha, I'm right , Griz's laughter died.
     “Come
on, boss. It'd have to be a co-winky-dink.”
     “I
doubt it.”
     “A
fuckin' what?” Deanna asked with a smile. I could hear it in her voice.
     I
peeked around the corner to see Griz stiffen and glare at her, and then he
said, “A coincidence.”
     “Yeah,
uh-huh.” She raised one eyebrow. Clever bitch.
     For
the first time, I turned my gaze to Talon, and I wished I hadn't. He was
leaning against the sink in jeans and—yes ladies, that was it! I got a full
view of his stunning, bare...um, let’s say feet. His chest wasn't that bad
either. But what topped it off, what made me feel the need to fan my private
area, again, was the tribal tattoo that covered his left shoulder, and then
another tattoo on his right set of ribs of a fierce looking dragon. Maybe I
could haul him by the hair of his head to bed and have my wicked way with him.
     No.
That wasn't an option.
     I
had hoped to wake with no one to deal with, so then I'd have the chance to make
a clean getaway. Of course, that would have been after I called work and
explained that soon there'd be a madman after me, so I wouldn't be able to work
any longer because I'd be running for my life. Then I’d ask them if they wanted
me to drop off some coffee and donuts on the way.
     But
no, yet another plan foiled. Stupid, caring people.
     I
sighed and stepped out from around the corner before I had a puddle of drool at
my feet from admiring Talon too long. “Morning all,” I said cheerfully and
looked out the kitchen windows. “Oh, poop. It's drizzling outside.” Damn it, my
stuff was going to get wet when transferring it from the house to the car.
     “Can't
be helped,” I added. “So, what's everyone doing today?” I asked while pouring
myself a freshly brewed cup of coffee from the maker beside the sink.
     “Either
you done her last night, and done her good, or she's high,” Deanna said.
     I wish . I could go for a bit of both,
actually.
     “Deanna,
hun. Whatever do you mean?” I turned to look at her.
     “ Zee ,
sweet chops, I know you.”
     “Huh?
What's that got to do with anything? A-a-a-anyway, thanks for staying last
night, but, uh, y'all better get going. Isn't there work to get to? And I gotta
get ready for mine. So, uh, thanks.”
     “And
there we have our answer,” Deanna said smugly, leaning back in her chair.
     “What?”
Talon asked. I still hadn't looked at him; my eyes stayed on Deanna or the
floor.
     “She
wants us gone, so she has the chance to run and hide with her head up her ass.”
     I
stiffened, my cup half raised to my lips. Stuff Deanna and her knowing me too
well.
     Talon's
head fell back, and he let out a deep rumble of laughter, sending goose bumps
all over my body.
     He
shook his head and then looked at me...no, I should've said glared at me.
Hoo-boy.
     He
pushed away from the sink and slowly, sensually, moved toward me. He took my
cup from my hands and placed it on the bench