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Blue Moon? Trying to catch a pet cockroach?”
    The weight lifted from her shoulders and she laughed out loud. Her smile was like a million watt bulb lighting up the darkness. A small dimple appeared in the right side of her face. “I think I could catch more than one pet cockroach out there. Take your time. Make up your mind about weather you really want to open this can of worms, because there is no going back. I’ll wait until morning and then I’m gone. If I don’t see you… it’s been interesting.”
    She kicked the beast to life and sped off into the night. He would have to talk to her about driving the speed limit, at least while she was in Taming. He walked to the hospital and went up to see Russ. He filled out the proper paperwork for a bear attack and returned it to the station. He talked with his uncle about what she’d said with a bit of embellishment. Basically he said that she didn’t see who’d hit him.
    All the while he waited for some magic answer to come to him on weather he should go see her or leave it alone. After Russ’s family arrived, he even went to his house where it was quiet to try and think it out. What was he going to say? What would he ask that she hadn’t already answered? He knew what he should ask; he just didn’t want to acknowledge it. It came to a point where he had to either go to bed or get back in his truck.
    He went to the window in his kitchen and looked out into the woods. Images of those red glowin g eyes flashed back at him. Without another thought he walked over and pulled the curtain shut. Would he ever be able to sit out there on his shift during the night and not fear what was in the woods? Could he pretend that he didn’t know what was out there? Most anything that he found out there in the night could be escaped by getting back in his cruiser or taking out his shot gun, but if he believed the dream…
    None of that would protect him. Nothing, not steal, not bullets, at least not any bullets he had… Could he take that risk? What if it came to trying to protect some kids who were out there in those woods having a bon fire or something? He wouldn’t be able to do a single thing to protect them. Jerry went to the door and grabbed his jacket from the hook. He was glad he didn’t have a cat or anything because he wasn’t sure that he’d ever be back. He gave one last look to his father’s house before he shut the door and locked it.
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    He was here. She could smell him in the parking lot. She closed her laptop and sat it on the nightstand before she walked over to open the door. She knew he’d be back. He wasn’t the type to walk away from this. It was too bad he couldn’t. She was going to have to take more drastic measures to make sure that he didn’t remember her or the creatures. But first…
    A smile spread over her blood red lips as she opened the door. He stood there stupidly for a moment and she nearly laughed at him. She turned away and strode towards the bed. He was still standing there watching her when she fluffed the pillows and lay out invitingly. She wore the red bustier still but she had removed her shorts and leather boots to leave only a lace black thong to cover the bottom of her.
    “Why don’t you shut the door? You’re letting out all the warm air.”
    He blinked again and moved obediently into the room. He instantly removed his jacket and threw it towards one of the chairs near the little round table in the corner. She saw the muscles in his forearm tense and her mouth almost watered at the thought that those big arms would soon be wrapped around her body.
    “It’s a hundred degrees in here,” he said a little hoarsely.
    “I like… heat.”
    She got up onto her knees when she saw that he wasn’t coming any closer to the bed. He hovered near the door as if he might bolt at any second. She began to unbutton the buttons at