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only tattoo on his body. An array of beautiful designs covered his arms and chest. They were all black, mostly tribal markings, but they were interspersed with the most amazing pieces of artwork I’d ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. A set of dragon wings covered most of his chest, the body of which sat on his sternum and the tail wound down over his sculpted abs, ending on his hip. When Mitch cleared his throat, I remembered myself and looked up at his face. He was still grinning, but now he had one eyebrow cocked.
    “Miss me already, huh?”
    I’d been all set for silence. I’d even prepared myself for moodiness. What I hadn’t expected to be greeted by was the old Mitch—the smart-mouthed, wisecracking, flirtatious Mitch who annoyed the hell out of me, but whom I’d actually started to like. It threw me.
    “We need to talk,” I informed him, ignoring the quip.
    Mitch pushed the door wider, but he only stepped aside a fraction of an inch so that when I entered the room, our bodies brushed together. The heat which radiated from his bare chest hit me like a freight train. I forced it out of my mind and strode inside. Mitch closed the door then crossed to the bed. He stacked a couple of pillows against the headboard before sitting down and leaning his body back against them, the towel barely covering his modesty.
    He looked up and his lips quirked. “Care to join me?”
    “Mitch, I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but I didn’t come here for this,” I said, motioning to the bed.
    “Take a load off, babe,” he shot back. “You wanna talk, we’ll talk. No sense in you being uncomfortable when we do it.”
    I counted to ten.
    Then I took a load off.
    “We need to discuss the plan for tonight,” I informed him. That might not have been what I wanted to talk about most, but if I just stormed in there and started asking him personal questions, it wouldn’t get me anywhere. During our meeting with Durin and Brokk, they’d told us where Avery spent most of his nights—a bar which was frequented mostly by Fae. Mitch said he knew the place and he’d chosen our motel because it was the closest to where the bar was located.
    “We get there, find Avery and ask him to give us the book. How’s that for a plan?”
    “What? Mitch, we can’t just ask him straight out for the book!”
    “Why not?”
    I did not know why not, but that wasn’t the point. “What about what Durin and Brokk want?”
    Mitch shrugged. “No big deal. Figured we’d just sound Avery out, see how he feels about going back to the Seelie Court and if there’s anything we can do to get him there.”
    “No big deal,” I repeated. “Huh.”
    Mitch let out an exasperated sigh then before I could do anything to prevent it, he grabbed my arms, tugged me up the bed and pulled me into his side, pressing my head against his bare chest.
    “Mitch!” I protested, rather lamely if I’m being honest. My effort to pull away from him had zero effect.
    “You need to relax, babe. You take this shit way too seriously.”
    “It is serious,” I pointed out. “I can’t believe you’re not taking it seriously.”
    “I am. I also know that there’s a lot more to life. I get that this job is important to you, but you also need to learn to kick back once in a while, live a little.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with the way I live,” I said snottily.
    Mitch’s chest started shaking and I realised that he was laughing silently. I mean, seriously, what did he find so damn amusing? So I asked him.
    “What’s so funny?”
    In response, Mitch cupped my chin, tilted my head up, leant down and kissed me— hard . He used my gasp to his advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I should have pushed him away, but the kiss was far too good and my brain evidently hadn’t been firing on all cylinders. I couldn’t believe that Mitch and I were kissing and that I liked it, as in a lot . I moaned into his mouth, grabbed hold