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Rue spent the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen at her shop, preparing the four-tier tartan cake for tomorrow's wedding while Bernice and the weekend crew handled the walk-in customers. Rue's van had been returned by the police. She'd been notified by the clean-up people that her house was back together. And a suspect in the murder of Bob Lindahl had been arrested. She should have been relieved. But she wasn't.

"Free, this is the bullpen. Other detectives and officers work in this area. It's usually not so full, but that's Prescott and his partner over there taking pictures, so I'm sure that's why. You can meet him when he comes back inside." "He's more handsome in person," Free sai. "He's alright if you go for the Hollywood type. I'm more into the rugged look, myself." Tech grinned.

Every time he thought of Judge or Switch, that whole damn catastrophe, he saw red. He was sick of going to the gun range, Charlie had banned him from the gym for now until "he fixed his attitude," and he couldn't bear to be around his parents, either. His mother would coddle him and his father would continuously probe him for information.

Ruxs sat at the breakfast bar in his task force uniform, drinking a very strong cup of coffee while he watched Green shuffle around in the kitchen making breakfast. He knew his partner, knew him better than he knew himself. He was stressing himself ab out Curtis, thinking it was his fault that Curtis was not grieving. When Ruxs lost his grandmother it took him six months before he could really grieve.

He took his hand from his hair and pinched both his nipples, flicking them with his nail. "Ahhhh." His partner was driving him insane. His vision blurred and his thoughts went fuzzy. As soon as he felt one of Green's hands give his butt cheek a hard squeeze, he clenched his teeth and pushed his hips up higher.

It wasn't until right at that moment that it finally registered that Syn hadn't worn a condom. When it was time to enter Furi, a barrier was the furthest thing from his mind. He'd wanted to show Furi how much he meant to him. Fill him up and mark him as his, as the man he loved. Syn didn't want to use condoms with Furi anymore, but he still should've checked with Furi first.

"So you're, my boyfriend, now, Syn?" Furi thrust his hips forward, making Syn completely forget his response. "You're just making all kinds of decisions today aren't you?" "Furi," Syn moaned. "You're a real force out on the streets, huh baby?" Furi unsnapped Syn's jeans and forcibly yanked them down to his thighs. Syn was reaching for it when his hand was yanked back and tucked behind his back.

He grabbed a handful of God's silky curls and pulled, making him tilt his head back and show his throat. Day's senses snapped, turning feral. Day growled with the animalistic urge to leave a large bite mark on his man. Day bowed forward as his cock's first eruption of a thick, white rope of come hit God's Adam's apple, followed by much more painting his lover's neck and cheek.

"So how about a movie tonight?" God asked. Day's smile was bright with his response. "Yeah, babe, that sounds good." God wanted to take that beautiful smile and hide it somewhere where no one could ever take it away. Day loved him and God didn't know why he'd never paid attention to it. Probably the same reason he didn't realize he'd been falling for his best friend for so long.

Kids rode their bikes, squeezing in a few last days of fun before the snow started to fall. New parents pushed carriages down the sidewalk and cooed at their gurgling spawn. Elderly couples walked hand in hand on the shore of the lake and tossed bread at the geese, who thanked them by pecking at their ankles, the bastards. A large banner strewn across Main Street reminded everyone of the bicentennial celebration.

He was an even bigger idiot than Parker had thought. "Really? So she willingly put herself through witnessing another murder? Tha's ridiculous." "It really is," Logan added. "Have you ever even cleared a case, Sharpe?" Finally color flushed the man's pasty face, giving Logan his answer.

He left Mia and Gray standing alone. Mia wrapped her arms around herself as if she'd caught a chill. Gray looked down at her. "Are you okay?" She didn't answer right away, instead standing in place and shivering. Then she said, "Yes, I'm fine." A pause. "No, I'm not. I haven't been here in months, and I'm kind of a mess right now."

Even if Gray hadn't known about Valentine's most recent abduction, he would have known that something big had happened. The police station was hopping with a rare energy as teams of officers prepared for the briefing Gray had scheduled for later that afternoon. They moved to allow him passage as he headed toward his office.

The play's the thing--that's what Ben had said, and when they had confronted Ronnie, they'd managed to get her to lead them right to the body. Maybe showing her some of the photographs of Mary Ann's belongings would prompt a similar response? Sally reached for her phone. After three rings, Ronnie picked up. "Mrs. Kruger," Sally began, "I was wondering if you'd like to meet me for lunch?"

"I'm Attorney Dennis Marlow, and I represent Mitchell Kruger. My client is accused of murdering his wife almost a year ago. Mr. Kruger has maintained his innocence from day one, and his story has never changed. Namely, that Mrs. Kruger walked out after a heated argument and never returned. We have maintained sincere efforts to locate Mrs. Kruger, but to no avail. Her body was never recovered."

"He's a good kisser." Beth grinned. "So I gathered. I'll bet he's good at a lot of things." Her suggestive grin left no question as to what she was implying. and Julie knew she was probably right. She was dying to know how it would feel, their bodies intertwined, his weight pushing her into the mattress... A ripple of heat coursed through her veins and she could feel her cheeks growing hot.

It took her only minutes to get a submarine sandwich, several bags of chips and peanuts and then return to the car. All she wanted now was a long soak int he tub and time to put the mirrors and her memories behind her. She might not have been woman enough to make her marriage work and she might not have been the daughter her parents wanted her to be, but she was one hell of an FBI agent.

"How are we going to get back to the ranch?"
"You mean the house? We're not. We're going to stay right here, and stay warm."
"And naked?" There, she'd addressed the elephant in the room. She wasn't a total coward.
"It's the best way for us to stay warm."

"We can't go with this guy," Marie whispered. "I don't trust him."
"I don't trust you either," Knox whispered back from the corner of his mouth.
"He's a murderer," she said.
"He's Syd's friend," answered Knox, as if that explained anything at all.

She couldn't blink, couldn't look away. couldn't quite believe the sincerity ringing from his voice. She rubbed at the ache in her chest6 as she internalized that she'd heard precisely what he'd meant for her to hear. "A lifetime?" Of course, it was what she'd yearned for. But it was another thing entirely to hear it from Antonio's mouth.

At precisely 47 a.m., Caitlyn bolted awake, as she did every morning. The babies had started sleeping through the night, thank the good Lord, but despite that, their feeding time had ingrained itself into her body in some kind of whacked-out mommy alarm clock. No one had warned her of that. Just as no one had warned her that triplets weren't three times the effort and worry of one baby but more like a zillion times.

The afterlife of Hortense's corpse reads like the blackest comedy imaginable. Upon her death, her creditors seized her body, quickly embalmed it, and had it arrested for failure to pay. In the end, the massive amount of money was paid out--by the one man determined to have her at all costs: her husband, Armand. Armand then tossed her body into a cart and hauled it around northern France.

"I miss the energy of the city. I loved all of the little neighborhood theaters showcasing plays by local artists. And there were so many jazz clubs and piano bars. And don't even mention the symphony. No matter what your interests, there's always something to do." He grinned. "Believe it or not, I really miss public transportation. I liked being able to catch the bus or jump on the 'L' to get where I wanted to go."

Slowly, he drew back from her, scouring her body from head to toe as if seeing her for the first time. He parted her thighs and she moved restlessly, helplessly, as his eyes lingered at her centre. Stilling her with one hand, he lowered his head and kissed her eyes, her mouth, her throat. Then lower until he reached her belly. He licked at her navel, then rained kisses on her quivering skin.

The small pocket of air Eva had been able to retain in her lungs during her desperate flight after Zaccheo evaporated when he yanked her against him. Her body went from shivering int he crisp January air to furnace-hot within seconds. The fingers in her hair tightened, his other arm sliding around her waist.

When she turned to head toward the truck, Colt grabbed her arm and hauled her side against his chest. "I had a bad day. That's all. It's nothing I want to talk about, but, thanks. I've never met anyone who knows what I'm feeling or thinking without me saying a word."

Inside the dimly lit room, Vivian searched everywhere: her gym bag, her purse, the floor. No badge. She was certain she'd packed it. Well, almost certain. Finally settling on the fact the badge was MIA she tossed her head back and released an audible sigh. The thought of the judgmental look Ms. Kasetta would undoubtedly toss her once she confessed she'd lost yet another badge made Vivian sigh even more heavily.

Her hands came up, covering his. Desire coursed through her body, settling in her breasts and downward to her core. Jessica smothered a gasp when she felt Sawyer's erection against her thighs. The two words were barely off her tongue when Sawyer swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the staircase. He took the stairs two at a time, long strides covering the distance from the living room to his bedroom.

Henry glared at Rachel. "He's not kidding. I'd love to take your mama to Bora Bora if it didn't strain our budget." "What if Rachel and I go in together and pay for your trip as a gift?" Sawyer asked, sharing a look with his sister. "No, no and no," Henry protested. "I'm not going to take money from my kids." "You're not taking our money, Daddy," Rachel countered. "It's a gift."

Solmir left in the afternoons to return to the inn where he was staying, giving Yeva a few precious hours before dusk in which to do some real work, checking her traps a final time and using her bow on any stragglers heading back to their dens for the night. She was not as productive as she had been before he began accompanying her, but she still brought home enough food for her sisters and Albe.