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Mary and Joseph!
                  He must have gone the long way because it was another twenty minutes or so before she recognized any of the streets near her apartment building. It was nothing fancy, that was for sure. But her apartment was clean and safe. It was more than she could have asked for really.
                  So what if all the neighbors were geriatrics? At least they were quiet. Well, not during The Price Is Right or BINGO. But usually.
                  Jake pulled into the lot and parked the bike. He was off in a flash, forcing her to hastily yank her skirt down over her thighs. He grinned at her, making her positive that he'd done it on purpose. He'd been trying to catch a look up her skirt, damn him.
                  The man was incorrigible.
                  Bloody gorgeous, but incorrigible.
                  She pulled off his soft leather jacket and handed it to him.
                  "I suppose I should thank you for the ride."
                  He leaned back against his bike as he slid the jacket on. Somehow the man made even that look sexy. It'd be hard to imagine how good it would look if he was taking his clothes off.
                  "No need. I'm more than happy to give you a ride whenever you want."
                  She narrowed her eyes at him. She just knew he was offering more than a ride on his bike. He was talking about taking a ride on him.
                  Too bad he'd had so many other riders.
                  "I meant what I said- don't be showing up here late at night."
                  "I know, I know. No booty calls. You told me."
                  He was laughing at her again.
                  "What's so funny then?"
                  "You are. Nobody says that anymore."
                  "Oh well, what do they say then?"
                  "They say 'fucking', Elle."
                  He let his eyes drop down low as he blatantly checked out her body. He shook his head wryly in appreciation and pulled his helmet on.
                  "Have a nice night."
                  Then he drove off, leaving her with her jaw hanging open.
                  Damn it all to hell.
                  Jake Delancey was going to be difficult to resist indeed.

6.
     
     
     
     
                  Jake was whistling as he jogged down the stairs. It was just after 6 am. He was hungry as hell. At least that's what he told himself when he woke up so damn early.
                  It wasn't because he was excited to see her.
                  Damn if that hot little waitress wasn't going to drive him insane with lust.
                  There was just something about her. Her looks would have been enough to get his attention in the first place, but her sassy ways were holding it. Much longer than usual.
                  Normally he'd already have moved on by now. With or without a night in her bed. Bed, hell, he'd do her anywhere. Gladly. He wasn't going to be picky about the details when she finally came around.
                  And she would come around. It didn't matter how long it took. Jake was going to get his hands on that girl.
                  He grinned.
                  More than just his hands.
                  Daniel and Jackson were just filling up their plates from the breakfast buffet. A big breakfast was a daily ritual on the estate. Had been for eighty years. When you had animals to tend to, you got up early.
                  Jake usually skipped it. Thus, the surprise.
                  "What are you doing up so early?”              "Oh come Daniel. He's probably still up from last night. Run out of bourbon little