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Raoul Marchand. He’d never wanted anyone so badly in his life, never felt this way before. He’d wanted to melt right then and there into the older man’s arms.
    Too bad the sexiest man he’d ever seen had hated him at first sight.
    His head still buzzed, with a pain that lurked just behind his eyes. At least under cover of the night, he wouldn’t have the bright sunlight to deal with. He was halfway across the parking lot before it occurred to him to look for Miller’s car. But that quickly proved futile—too many vehicles crammed together. Even with the light standards that dotted the lot, it was too dark to easily tell one from another.
    Now what to do? He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky. The full moon rode well above the horizon.

He stared in fascination at the golden pockmarked surface.
    “Do you hate the moon, Raoul?” he murmured softly. “Hate it for what it does to you?” That would make sense, although he thought he’d find it hard to hate something so beautiful. Just like Raoul. Potentially dangerous, yet he was sure there was more to him than what lay on the surface.
    Oh, how he wanted to find out what that something was.
    He heard a noise behind him. He whirled, startled, and scanned the silhouettes of the rows of cars around him. Moonlight reflected from their windshields. He could see nothing else.
    He must have imagined it. Yet when he took another step, he heard it again, closer now. Heart beating rapidly, he spun about.
    Too quickly, for he lost his balance. He reached out toward the nearest vehicle to keep from falling. His hand slapped the metal of a compact car, the sound loud in the silence.
    “You okay?”
    Alexx jumped. Heart thumping, he peered in the direction of the voice. He could barely make out the figure of a man standing in between two vehicles. Where had he come from? Then he realized the noise he’d heard was probably just the sound of him getting out of his car. Quit being such a baby, he berated himself . He swallowed, trying to still his racing pulse.
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said at last.
    “Good.” The shadow drew nearer.
    Alexx took a step back automatically. He felt uneasy for reasons he couldn’t define, just a vague feeling in his gut. His hand clenched around the cell phone in his pocket, jingling his change.
    Just in case.
    “I was just going in, want to join me? Let me buy you a drink.”
    The man stepped through a swath of illumination from a nearby

halogen light. Alexx could see him more clearly now. He appeared to be maybe thirty, decently dressed, average looks and build.
    There was something in his manner, though, that Alexx didn’t care for.
    “Thanks, I’m going home now. You go ahead, have fun.” He forced a bravado into his voice that he was far from feeling. He inched backward, his leg brushing along the car beside him.
    “Okay, I will.” But instead of turning and heading toward Charisma, he advanced toward Alexx. “C’mon,” he encouraged him, “we’ll have fun.”
    Alexx took in the size of the man. He had to have at least thirty pounds on Alexx, if not more. Definitely not an even match. His first thought was to run back to Charisma and enlist the aid of the bouncers. But the man was between him and the nightclub.
    Screaming would do no good. There was no longer anyone outside to hear.
    Something in the man’s hand gleamed in the moonlight.
    Alexx’s eyes went wide at the sight of the knife blade. He had to get away from here, but how, and where to? He could pull out his phone but he was pretty sure he’d never get a chance to punch in 9-1-1 before the man would be on him.
    He felt the cool metal of coins against his fingertips. Pulling out a handful, he tossed them down the row of cars. They clinked in disharmony, bouncing against the metal. The man turned his head and in that moment Alexx dropped down below the level of the cars. Maintaining his crouch, he duckwalked between the parked automobiles,