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grabbed
a shirt and yanked it on over his head. Clearing his throat, his
back to her and his voice gruff, he said, “I’m going to look over
some of the files I have here. Maybe you could too. A fresh set of
eyes might see something I’m missing.”
    He heard her rustling behind him and turned.
She’d moved to the small table near the bed and sat down in one of
the chairs. Thankfully, she had covered up although his libido
didn’t seem to care. Damn, she needed to have extremely annoying
habits.
    “Sure. I’m itching to see everything you
have.” Her lips curved into a smile and he reminded himself she was
talking about the notes and nothing sexual.
    What a shame.
    He grabbed the laptop and sat it on the small
kitchen table then gave himself a mental kick. All of it was on his
computer, thus creating a distinct lack of actual paperwork. He
hadn’t bothered printing anything out since he’d been the only one
looking at the files. Hell, he didn't even have a printer. No way
was he carrying one around along with everything else, which meant
crowding around the computer in close proximity to her.
    Jackson softly sighed and knew he needed to
man up and get over it. She didn’t ask for his interest and he
wasn’t going to burden her with it. Even if it killed him, he would
act like a perfect gentleman. Bad enough he’d kidnapped her and was
holding her against her will.
    “Oh, actually, do you have a spare
toothbrush? This morning breath is driving me crazy and if we’re
going to share the computer, I don’t want to inflict it upon you.”
She gave a small chagrined smile, peeking through stands of hair
that had fallen across her face.
    “In the bathroom. Should be one still in its
package. I grabbed a few to stock up since you never know when you
might lose your toothbrush. Or, you know, abduct someone.” He
watched as she walked, or more accurately hobbled, to the bathroom.
He shook his head and realized he had it bad for her. Morning
breath, he hadn't even noticed.
    If Markus was baiting him, he’d chosen
wisely.
    As she hobbled away, he wondered if she’d
caused more damage to it during the workout. While the moves
weren’t overly strenuous, they did require balance and for her full
weight placed on one foot or the other. Perhaps he’d have to cast
another heal on her. He tried to ignore the thrill of desire that
thought gave him.
    Turning back to the computer, he brought up
several files she’d be interested in. The main file contained
several crimes committed by demons, covered up and ignored.
Initially he’d investigated these crimes only to have his findings
buried, destroyed by unknown people. When he started digging into
that mess, everything blew up in his face and he went on the
run.
    A surprised screech came from the bathroom as
he opened pictures for her to browse through. Worried she’d fallen
and hurt herself, he burst in without knocking and exclaimed,
“What’s wrong? Why did you scream?”
    Flattened against the left wall, Julia was as
far away from the tub as possible. Still standing, she didn’t
appear in pain. A half-opened toothbrush hung haphazardly on the
edge of the sink.
    An embarrassed cough of laughter as she
shielded away from looking at him. “Well, it’s silly, but there’s a
bee.”
    “A bee? You shrieked and nearly gave me a
heart attack cause of a bee?” Jackson stared in disbelief. She’d
taken on a troll without flinching. A bee was nothing in
comparison. Where was his brave, bold warrior?
    “It wasn’t a shriek. More of a battle
cry.”
    “A battle cry?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Well,
it’s better than Victor’s. He likes to yell ‘Avenge my death!’
every time we corner a demon.”
    “No he doesn’t.” Julia covered her mouth,
trying to hide her giggle. “Does he really? Does he expect to
die?”
    “Nope. Says it confuses the demon. Thinks
he’s an incompetent mage and then they’re easier to capture. I
don't know if it makes a difference