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look made her want to cancel her flight. “Hey.” She kissed him, slow and firm as she backed through the door. “Remember when we both said we wanted to have something real together?”
    A growl rumbled out of Ash’s throat. “I remember.”
    “Well right now, this is life being real.” Boy, was it ever. She put a hand to the back of his neck, letting her fingers tangle in the dark waves of his hair. “It’s inconvenient and messy, but this is what we have right now. Our relationship started with a one-night stand and a kidnapping, for God’s sake. We got through that, we can certainly get through a few days of being apart.”
    He followed as she stepped into the living room, pulling the front door shut behind them. “I’m sure you’re right.”
    “Of course I’m right.” She had to be right.
    Sherri turned toward the fireplace. The clock over the slate mantle read four in the afternoon. “Now, I need to confirm my flight, and there’s a full moon coming so you need to go see Zoe and get in a run. Do we have time to say goodbye properly first?”
    She’d heard about emotions running hot during a full moon, but she suspected she hadn’t seen the worst. Ash had been hospitalized last time the moon was high, and now she’d be gone. She had to remember that he’d been handling himself longer than she’d been alive. It managed to keep her only marginally sane.
    Ash stayed in the foyer for a moment, studying her. Banked heat glowed in his eyes while he silently pulled off his boots. No answer beyond the broody, sizzling stare.
    Her hands went to her hips. “Is something wrong?”
    He snarled. Before she knew it, Sherri launched into the air, over his shoulder. “Goddamn right. I don’t fucking like you leaving, and you bet your ass I’m going to say goodbye properly. At least twice, and then I’m going to take you into the shower and do it again.”
    She gasped. God, her underwear was not getting wet. It was... not. “Ash. I’m not sure we have time...”
    “We have time.”
    “But...”
    “We have time.”
    Through the open living room and into what she liked to refer to as Ash’s lair, Sherri landed unceremoniously on his king-sized bed. Decked out in suedes and wood with red-painted walls, the room oozed male energy. Male sexual energy.
    Sherri loved this room, because it felt so much like Ash. As usual, she stopped thinking the second his clothes hit the floor. When he stripped off his T-shirt to reveal all the striated muscles in his body and his biceps flexed to toss it to the floor, she definitely stopped caring about bedroom decor. When his pants went down, she remembered all over again how much he hated to wear underwear, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth.
    “You’re right,” she said as she rose onto her knees to pull her own shirt over her head. A gentle breeze from the fan overhead made her nipples tighten. Or maybe all her goose bumps came from the predatory look in Ash’s eyes. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
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    K yle Roth thought a lot about death. Other peoples’... His own... Lately, more and more he wondered about his own.
    He hoped it would be a bullet to the head, quick and painless. Hard to tell though, in this life.
    He thought a lot about when. Soon? Someday? The leader of Los Lobos Muertos had been alive for fucking ever, but that dude was one mean-ass son of a bitch. Mean never did die easy.
    Kyle had done a lot to stay alive. Things he tried not to regret since the past was done and couldn’t be fixed. He thought plenty about those things anyway, alone in the dark when he couldn’t block them out. Wondered if they’d been worthwhile, and then decided it didn’t matter all over again. He’d done what he thought he had to, and he’d answer to someone up above once that trigger got pulled. Or once the lighter got lit. Or the stool got kicked out from underneath him.
    Right then, as he sat on an ER gurney that beat the shit out of his regular bed for