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him to the furniture.”
    “Kinky.” Kick smiles as he chews the piercing in his bottom lip.
    “Get in the shed. Unless you feel like spending the night in a jail cell.”
    He takes his backpack from Ana, and ducks inside just as the cruiser’s headlights wash over the yard. I throw my arm around Ana and whisper in her ear, “Ana, Kick being here spells a whole fucking world of trouble for all of us.”
    “What are the chances they’re going to come looking in Sugartown for him? Have they come looking for you here? The only reason he found us is because he knows my face. Everyone else who saw us that night is dead. He saved our lives, Elijah. The least we could do is give him a warm bed for the night.”
    I let out an exasperated sigh.
    Constable Jameson steps out of the vehicle, tugging his belt up under his protruding beer belly. “Evenin’, folks. Miss Belle said you had an intruder?”
    I pause for a half-second before saying, “Yeah, sorry. She’s not fond of possums.” I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck, mock strangling her. I don’t miss the chills that break out over her skin. Neither does my cock, because he’s currently springing to life in my pants, hoping to choke her in a much less violent fashion. “False alarm.”
    “You two okay? You need me to check out the property?”
    “Nah, we’re good. Bastard was raiding my beer fridge, but I scared him off.” I raise my brows. “He’s gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning.”
    “Well, if there’s no serious threat to your lives, I better get back to the station.”
    “Yeah, best to get back to catching the real criminals, huh?” I say, because sometimes I can’t resist being an arsehole. Especially when I know I’m right. “Maybe we can use some of that Turner money on pest control. This town could use some cleaning up.”
    Jameson gives me a snide smile and heads back to the car.
    “Sorry to call you out so late,” Ana says. “I hate those damn things, they’re like monkey/rat hybrids.”
    “Don’t worry about it, Miss Belle. We’re here to make sure all our residents are safe.” He looks pointedly at me.
    “Yeah, especially the ones with money.”
    “Let it go,” Ana whispers beside me.
    “You two have a good night.” Jameson jumps in the driver’s seat and turns the key in the ignition, blinding us with the cruiser’s headlights. Arsehole . When he’s back on the main road, I walk over to the shed and pound my fist on the door.
    “Pigs are gone. Get your arse out here.”
    Kick edges out of the garage, glancing around, as if he expects the cops to jump out of the bushes and slap him in cuffs. Sadly, that feeling isn’t one I’m unfamiliar with. “Thanks, man. I owe you.”
    He puts his hand out for me to shake, but I ignore it in favour of folding my arms across my chest and levelling him with an angry glare. “Where’s your bike?”
    “Down by the main road, hidden in the cane, about a hundred meters away. I couldn’t risk the noise waking you up.”
    “How long you been living in our shed?”
    “Three days.”
    “He’s been coming into the diner for the past few days.”
    “What the fuck? You didn’t want to tell me that shit?”
    Ana twists her head towards me. “He looks different than I remember—not that my memory is all that great. I was kinda focused on the guy trying to rape me. After that, shock made pretty much everything a blur.”
    “I didn’t even know if the two of you were still together. I mean, you weren’t exactly the picket fences type, you know, Moose?”
    “Don’t call me that.”
    “Sorry. Look, I couldn’t afford the shitty motel any longer. I left with nothing, and made do with what I could. I picked up work in an orchard on the way here, though that only lasted a week, and then I was back to square one. When I saw you two together the other day, I followed you home.” He pinches the bridge of his bleeding nose. “I didn’t mean to scare anyone, man. And