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off."
     
    "How long is the extra research gonna take?" Granny asked.
     
    "Don't know—a few weeks possibly," he said. "I'll have to call in some geek favors on this one."
     
    "I'll pay you," Dwayne offered.
     
    "Hell to the no." Junior chuckled. "You're my sister-in-law's best friend and her man of honor in the wedding. I consider this family duty."
     
    There was silence.
     
    Blessed silence.
     
    And then there was blubbering.
     
    Again.
     
    "I do not know what I did to deserve this kind of love," Dwayne sobbed. "I love all of you so much it makes my fangs hurt. Junior, I would like to give you the gift of some of my blood."
     
    "No," I yelled as I dove across the room and sat on Dwayne before he opened up a vein for Junior.
     
    When we had gotten ready to take down the Dragons, Dwayne had made me drink some of his blood. It made me stronger and my sense of smell had kicked into overdrive. However, it also enabled me to rip the head off a Dragon with my bare hands without even realizing I had done it. In the end it was what saved Hank's and my life, but it was scary and wrong—and it still hadn't left my system. Dwayne thought it would only last a few days, but we were going on a few weeks at this point and I still felt the residual effects.
     
    "No blood exchange," I said firmly. "A nice waffle iron will suffice."
     
    "Or a new coffee pot," Granny suggested as she eyed the one Junior had just demolished.
     
    "How about a Hummer?" Dwayne asked.
     
    "Oh my god, Dwayne, that is so inappropriate," I yelled.
     
    "What?" he asked, bewildered. "I was talking about a car."
     
    "Oh. Sorry," I muttered.
     
    "Anyhoo," Granny interjected, saving me from myself and my dirty mind. "I think it's time for the shoplifting Vampyre to do his community service. Let's go, bloodsucker," she said affectionately to Dwayne. "Those Were Weasels will have no idea what hit them."
     
    "Looks like I missed a party," a very familiar and insanely sexy voice said from the doorway as he took in the mess with a shake of his head. "Junior, you're gonna need to reel it in."
     
    "Little bro bro," Junior yelled as he trapped Hank in a bear hug. "I've missed you and your judgmental ass."
     
    "Missed you too," Hank told him as he disengaged himself and copped a quick feel of my rear end. "You got time to talk?"
     
    "Yep," Junior said as he discreetly tried to pick up the office.
     
    "I have to go run the bridal shop because I stole some shoes," Dwayne announced with delight. He was positively orgasmic about his community service. "Come on. Granny. We have work to do."
     
    Dwayne flounced out of the sheriff's office with a giggling Granny following behind him.
     
    "Should I even ask?" Hank inquired with a wince.
     
    "Nope." I grinned and settled myself on his lap.
     
    "So what's the scoop?" Junior asked as he sat back down behind the desk.
     
    "Well, first off I want to know if you'll be my best man in the wedding," Hank asked.
     
    "I'd be honored, my brother," he answered with emotion.
     
    I felt my throat get tight and I was so happy I was witnessing this moment—a moment I never thought would come. I had stupidly and mistakenly thought Hank had cheated on me and had left Hung Island without talking to him. I was impulsive like that. However, I'd grown up in the year I was away and had become an accomplished agent for the WTF. I was now a deadly fighting machine and I still got my guy. Irony of all ironies, Hank had also secretly joined WTF because he thought I wasn't coming back. Now we both were owned and employed by our governing Council. Hence the talk with Junior…
     
    "I understand that Dwayne is wearing a dress," Junior said cautiously. "While I think that is brave and appalling, I just want to put it out there that… "
     
    "You'll be in a tux, man," Hank said quickly.
     
    "Thank Jesus." Junior heaved a huge sigh of relief and I bit back my laugh. The thought of Junior in a dress was so wrong it was awesome.
     
    "So