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light into the otherwise dim interior. She held her breath, then exhaled in a whoosh. The hookers again. They must be regulars. Business was booming. They should be able to make a little extra money. It was a sad day when they would get laid before her. Life could be a cruel bitch when she wanted to.
    Destiny brought the bottle of beer up to her mouth and closed her eyes as she took a long draw, draining it. The beer was still ice-cold and it had been a long time since she’d had alcohol. She lowered the bottle, already feeling a little tipsy.
    Ah, hell, where was he anyway?
    “Can I buy a lady a beer?” Chance asked in his slow, sexy drawl.
    She stiffened, then relaxed. Her world felt right. She almost hated him for that.
    The cowboy definitely had some moves. She hadn’t even seen the door open. Not that anything mattered right now. Chance was here. Destiny didn’t care about anything else.
    “You’re late,” she told him as she swiveled her stool to face him. Her thighs tingled. He looked all cowboy in a deep blue, button-down western shirt and snug-fitting jeans. And yum, he wore his black Stetson low on his forehead.
    With one finger, he raised the brim and sat on the stool next to hers. His gaze roamed down her body, touching, caressing, before slowly moving back up and meeting her eyes once more.
    “I didn’t know we had a date.” His words were low and husky, sending goose bumps spreading over her arms.
    She drew in a deep breath, looking away. Chance had a way of making her want to strip out of her clothes and let him fuck her brains out. That thought had merit, except being discreet was a must, so stripping probably wasn’t wise. Demons were touchy about people knowing they really did exist. Which was odd because they offered so much: No more pain, no sadness, a life of luxury even Donald Trump would envy. She frowned. Except she had yet to see any of it.
    She shook away her doubts. As soon as she brought in one more soul, she would have everything she dreamed about. No one would ever be able to hurt her again. Besides, she had other things she wanted to think about—like the sexy man in front of her.
    She slowly slid her fingers up and down the condensation on the empty bottle. “After last night, you and I both know we aren’t finished.” She studied him for a moment. “Why did you leave? Surely you didn’t have a wife to get home to.” Perish the thought!
    “No wife. I had to be someplace.”
    Relief swept over her. Not that it mattered to her one way or the other if he was married. She was there for one thing and one thing only: to steal his soul. A wife didn’t play into her scheme of things. She rationalized that a wife would only have made her job more difficult, but secretly Destiny liked the idea that another woman hadn’t sunk her claws into him.
    Chance looked around, then came to his feet.
    Was he about to disappear again? Her heart pounded. Oh damn, she really needed him. The night before was just a teaser. She wanted the real thing—every delicious inch!
    But Chance didn’t leave. He held out his hand. As if on cue, someone put money in the jukebox and a country ballad began to play.
    “Dance with me.” His eyes bore into hers—hungry, as if he couldn’t stand not touching her one more second.
    The air around them almost crackled from the passion building between them. She slid off the stool. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. There were other couples moving to the rhythm of the music, not really dancing, just holding each other. It made the dance floor crowded. She didn’t care. She wanted to hold him close, feel his warmth.
    Chance pulled her into his arms, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples immediately tightened. It didn’t take much friction for her body to come alive because her short black dress hugged every curve, and the material was so thin it bordered on naughty. But then, she liked being naughty.
    “You look sexy tonight,” he