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he said, “I must go, and you must let in your brother and colleague.”
    On cue, Dirk said, “Sunny, open up. I have a message from Captain Titus.”
    I looked down at Blackthorne’s dark head. “Don’t you have just a minute?”
    â€œHe’s calling attention to your being locked in here.” Blackthorne pulled up my pants, zipped, buttoned and belted. “Here’s your shirt and jacket. Once you’re together, open the door.”
    â€œHow will you get out?” I glanced at the small window. I might have shimmied through it but no way Blackthorne’s frame—a couple hundred pounds of bone and muscle if I judged him right—would fit. “Dirk will see you. I thought you didn’t want him to get the wrong impression.”
    â€œWatch.”
    As I stared, he stepped back behind the last stall and faded into the shadows. I blinked. Peered harder. I could just make out his outline…maybe. I thought that was him.
    Fingers wiggled in a “hi”. I smiled.
    â€œSunny!” More pounding from the door.
    â€œComing, Dirk.” I threw on what was left of my blouse, pausing before putting on the jacket to stare with amazement at my perfectly smooth chest where the skin had been red and scratched and bleeding. Then I shook my head, buttoned brass and went to let Dirk in. I twisted off the thumb lock and opened the door.
    He pounded air a couple times before he saw me. His face brightened. “There you are.”
    â€œHere I am. And here we go.” I took him by the arm, turned him and marched him out the door. A dark shadow filtered through behind me and disappeared. I shook my head. “What was so important that you had to interrupt me in the bathroom?”
    â€œCaptain Titus—”
    â€œWants to meet with me at midnight, I know. Elena told me.”
    â€œNo! He’s here early—and he wants to meet with you now .”
    Aiden Blackthorne hadn’t planned to invade the police department, trash a door and ravish Sunny. Earlier that evening when he’d begun his nightly three-hour routine of strength, speed and weapons training followed by meditation at Napoleon’s Gym, he’d had no thoughts in mind of making Sunny orgasm. Fantasies, yes. But he hadn’t actually planned it.
    Ten thirty p.m. he stepped from the shower, dressed and glided off into the night. He wanted to put in some time at the truck terminal, to reinforce his cover but also because the truckers needed his help. Besides, while he’d eventually have to talk to his friend Ric about Eloise, he didn’t know what he’d say. The mindless physical activity of loading and unloading freight would give him time to think.
    As he moved, he checked his surroundings and tested the air, as was his habit. An acrid scent/taste punched his awareness.
    Blood.
    Though clanless, Aiden was, by nature, a protector. He spun toward the scent and opened his senses.
    Human blood, but not the usual mix. Pungent as lemon juice, this blood was tinged with the adrenaline and other chemicals that meant a human in distress. Half a mile east south east.
    It was Sunny. She was hurt.
    He didn’t think, just acted. He blew into mist and flung himself in the direction of the scent/taste.
    Mist was fast, but only lasted seconds before the body’s natural shape reasserted itself. He snapped back within two blocks. He misted again, snapping back at the banks of the Meiers River. He ran through the running water, ignoring the buzz rattling his bones. On the other side, her distress was obvious with his first breath.
    She was hurt, and why the hell wasn’t he at her side yet? South one block. He misted again, too soon to hold well, and snapped whole when he slammed into the solid strength of a door. Dazed, he tried the knob.
    Locked. She was in the locked room. His hands flattened against the door and he tried to mist yet again, to stream underneath.
    But misting