your clothes, your keys? Oh wait, how about some dignity?"
Talon opened the door, grabbed Kyrian by the shirt and hauled him inside. "You are such an asshole."
Kyrian laughed even harder as Julian Alexander walked in.
By his expression, Talon could tell that Julian wanted to laugh too, but he was trying hard not to. Talon appreciated it.
Kyrian, on the other hand, wasn't so kind. "Nice knees, bud, but the hairy legs could use a Bush Hog."
"Shut up." Talon grabbed the bag of clothes from Kyrian's hand and pulled his leather pants out. "Julian, I just want to thank you for being a grown-up and not laughing at my expense."
His hands in his pants pockets, Julian nodded. "Well, having been in your shoes, I can relate. Of course, in my defense, my towel was at least dark green and not pink."
The two of them roared with laughter while Talon groaned.
Kyrian flicked at the edge of the towel. "What is this? Lace?"
"No," Julian said, "I think it's called crochet."
Talon bared his fangs at the two of them. "Better be careful,
humans
, or I might decide to feed off you."
"Uh, half-human," Julian reminded him. "Feed off me and I'll give you a bellyache from hell."
Growling at them, Talon quickly exchanged his towel for his pants.
"So," Kyrian said. "Have you become Ravyn now? Do I need to forewarn Nick you'll be shedding your clothes on a daily basis or what?"
Talon rolled his eyes at the mention of the Katagari Dark-Hunter. Ravyn was a shapeshifter who often got caught naked after sunup. "No, it's a one-time thing."
I hope
. "Speaking of Nick, where is he? I tried to call him for this chore."
"He's in class."
"Yeah, well, he's still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on."
"Ooo," Kyrian said. "Getting testy in your fierce nakedness."
Talon ignored him as he pulled his black T-shirt on.
Sunshine paused beside Selena Laurens's tarot-card stand in
Jackson Square
. Selena's brown frizzy hair was tied back with a leopard-print scarf, and her thin body was covered with a black-and-white houndstooth coat.
"Hey, Sunny," Selena greeted her. "I was wondering if you were sick or something since you're not out here with your art."
"Oh no, someone came up."
Selena arched a brow at her. "Someone old or someone new?"
"New."
Selena looked a bit skeptical. "I hope this one is nicer than that last bozo you dated."
Sunshine wrinkled her nose as she remembered Greg. A rough biker, he'd been less than desirable and he'd kept confusing her with his ex-girlfriend Sara—nothing like being called the wrong name while having sex with someone.
Not to mention, he'd borrowed three hundred dollars from her the day before she'd kicked him out. Although, all things considered, it was worth the three hundred dollars to be rid of him.
"He seems to be." She patted her bag with Talon's clothes. "Well, I need to be getting back to him—"
"Sunshine!" Selena snapped. "Tell me you didn't."
"Didn't what?"
"Leave him in your loft unattended."
"It's okay. He's safe."
Selena groaned. "Woman, that generous heart of yours gets you into more trouble. Do you know this guy at all?"
Sunshine took a deep breath. She was so tired of everyone lecturing her. "I'll see you later, Madame Selene." She rushed back down the street toward her car with Selena fussing at her the whole way.
Ugh! Why couldn't anyone ever trust her? She wasn't a two-year-old. And being absentminded didn't equate to stupidity. If her kindness killed her, then she was better off dead than living a cold, unfeeling life where she misered up all her feelings and possessions.
Besides, Talon wasn't like other men. She knew it. He seemed to have a lot more heart than most men she'd known.
He was electrifying. Dangerous. Mysterious.
Best of all, he was waiting naked in her loft.
Getting into her car, she headed home.
It didn't take long to reach her father's club and pull around to the back where she always parked. Sunshine frowned as she saw a huge black
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