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You know you want to watch, Zane teased as he leaned on one arm, smiling
flirtatiously with the guy. I can get really down and dirty with myself.
Jake burst out laughing and then cleared his throat, taking a seat on the couch,
putting as much distance as he could between himself and Tate. Garrett just quietly
observed, hoping the guy forgot about him and left.
You re pushing your luck, Tate warned before turning his dark-grey eyes on
Garrett. So you re telling me that some random guy you don t even know broke into your
place and was shot by some other random stranger?
The man s tone was cynical and sarcastic. If otherworldly creatures hadn t been
involved in all of this, the situation would have sounded too far-fetched even for Garrett s
ears. Sounds about right. Garrett nodded. Odder things have happened in this
neighborhood.
Isn t that the understatement of the century?
Garrett s eyes had been opened to so many bizarre things lately that sometimes he
wondered if maybe he d lost his mind and was locked up somewhere on heavy medication.
Things still seemed too surreal to him.
But he wasn t doped up and all of this was real. The secret new world he lived in
was a scary damn place, but he wouldn t give up being with Falcon to go back to an
ignorant existence.
Zane moved a little closer and Detective Tate growled. That didn t seem to faze
Zane one bit. If anything, the sound seemed to turn the Dark Rider on. Garrett didn t
understand Zane s interest in the cop. Who in their right mind found a cop sexy?
I m not done questioning you, Mr. Grissom. Don t go into hiding again or I ll haul
your ass downtown. Tate shoved at Zane s shoulder as he headed for the door. Keep
yourself available.
Are you available? Zane asked, but Tate was already heading out. Garrett knew
the cop only cut the questioning short because he wanted to get away from Zane. He d be
back.
Eat up, Zane said, like the cop hadn't just been there in the shop. His mood
changed from flirtatious to normal in the blink of an eye. Burgers suck when they re
cold.
How the hell am I going to get out of this? Garrett asked, suddenly not hungry
any longer. His appetite had fled the moment the detective walked through the door. He
isn t going to give up.
Zane shoved a few fries in his mouth, his dark eyes filled with indefinable emotion.
Just stick to your story and you have nothing to worry about.
Garrett s eyes flicked over to Jake. How had he forgotten the man was sitting there?
Jake was acting like he wasn t listening, but Garrett knew that he was. The guy was soaking
everything up that he and Zane were saying. He nodded in Jake s direction, and Zane
looked over, still seeming unworried.
Didn t hear a thing. Jake became intensely interested in the small plant sitting on
the table next to him. That reminded Garrett that he was supposed to have Jake work there
on a trial basis. His concern over the cop took a backseat when a customer strolled in,
talking to Garrett about having a tattoo drawn up for him.
Leaving Zane and Jake up front, he took his customer to the back, discussing work
and trying his best not to freak out, or worry his head off about Lonnie.
Some days it just didn t pay to get out of bed.
Chapter Eight
After teaching Lonnie how to shift back to his human form, neither really said a
word. Lonnie looked too shaken up to speak, and Santos wasn t sure what to say. He wasn t
sure how he felt toward the man and Santos refused to be the first one to admit a damn
thing. Last night was nothing more than hot, steamy sex. Being with Lonnie hadn t changed
his views about the man one bit. He was still a big pain in the ass and he had proven that
this morning with his smart mouth and resistance.
Climbing onto his bike, Santos saw the dried blood from Lonnie s attack last night.
It was crusted over his gas tank, reminding him how close he d been to losing the man.
That didn t matter. Lonnie wasn t even his type. Why should he be upset that the
guy had gone right back to his winning personality at the first rays of the sun? Why should
it bother him that the artist hadn t been affected by what they had done?
Straddling the bike, Santos waited for Lonnie to slide his slim body into place. His
mind immediately pulled up the memory of what the man felt like under him as Lonnie
grabbed him around the waist. His cock started to thicken, his body humming to life at the
slight touch.
Oh, knock it the hell off.
Why the hell was he even going there? It would never work so he needed to forget
how the man felt in his arms. Starting his bike, Santos pulled away from the cabin. Falcon
and Emilio were tracking down some leads concerning Striker, the new alpha of the
Durango clan.
It seemed he had his hand in many pots and they had heard rumors that he was
planning to attack the Dark Riders, ridding Paradise City of their presence.
Not in this lifetime.
He was going to drop Lonnie off and then go find Falcon. He knew Lonnie carried
the scent of being newly converted, but Zane was at the shop and he knew that the Dark
Rider would protect the man. As he drove, Santos tried his best to figure out what to do
about Lonnie. He was getting a headache trying to come up with a solution.
By the time he dropped Lonnie off at Andromeda s, Santos was ready to smash
something with his fist. He pulled up next to the curb, avoiding the trash lining the
sidewalk in rows of bags as he planted his booted feet on the damp pavement. From the
waves of steam coming from the ground, Santos could tell that it had rained last night in the
city, but the heat of the day was making its way back and he was ready to take off just to
cool down.
And not just from the weather. Having Lonnie gripping him tightly hadn t helped
his cock in any way. Lonnie slid from the bike, the sunglasses perched on his face lifting to
reveal pale-green eyes that Santos was going to hate to see fade to black. That s what
always happened when a person was converted.
But Garrett had been an exception to that rule. Falcon s lover still retained his hazel
coloring. Maybe Lonnie had a shot at keeping the exotic look. Thanks for the ride.
Santos was thrown off by Lonnie s chipper tone. He had expected him to say
something sarcastic, but he stood there smiling, showing off pretty white teeth.
You re welcome.
For the first time in his life, Santos wasn t sure where to settle his eyes. They
ping-ponged around as Lonnie tossed his dreads over his shoulder, standing there looking
sexy enough to eat. He sat up straight on his bike, wanting to say something to Lonnie, but
couldn t think of anything that wouldn t reveal what a wreck he was on the inside. Get
inside the shop.
Pale-green orbs rolled skyward as Lonnie placed a hand on his slim hip. I lived my
life just fine without a babysitter, Santos. I don t need Zane looking out for me.
After what happened last night, you need all the protection you can get. Santos
wasn t going to budge on that point and was relieved he had a subject he could sink his
teeth into. You re one of us now, Lonnie. We look out for our own and you need to get
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