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bad, with her.
    And wasn't that just delightful.
    The one time I actually want more than meaningless sex with
a woman and it happens to be the woman that should be considered off limits.
    "Ah, Conall. The house is yours, my boy." Dad
stood with a nod to Emily and gestured for Gus to go with him. "Gus and I
are going to get out of your hair so you can get down to business."
    They walked out the garage door and I listened to Dad's car
start and the sound of it fading before I finally turned back to see Emily
fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She had changed clothes and the t-shirt
she was wearing hid her curves a little more efficiently and I sighed with
relief. Not that it would help any. They were burned into my mind already with
the few glimpses I took.
    "Where did you want to do it?"
    My eyes shifted back up to hers at the sound of her voice
and the blush that filled her cheeks made me want to groan. Why couldn't she
have been a greasy, toothless witch?
    "I'm sorry, that came out wrong," she said
quietly.
    It sure as hell did. The images of where I wanted to do
it had swarmed my mind and I had to turn away before the tightening at the
front of my jeans became too noticeable. Luke was absolutely right about
everything he had said, but there was one thing that definitely couldn't be
argued. Women did have power. They would soon rule the world while the
rest of us fell to our knees and begged them to end the ache; and it was an ache. A need to lose ourselves in them and never be found.
    Poetic, Con.
    "I knew what you meant," I croaked then cleared my
throat before continuing. "Let's go to the living room."
    I already had her file printed and sitting on the coffee
table and I picked it up and started flipping through the pages absently while
she took a seat on the couch across from me. I didn't need to read it again. I
pretty much had it memorized since I spent most of the night with it in my
hands. Aside from her picture, it was her file that had stolen my attention.
She was a good person, never got into any trouble, kept her head down. If it
hadn't been for her being in the wrong place at the wrong time, she would still
be in Denver happily teaching teenagers whatever the hell they are learning
these days.
    "What do we need to go over if you have everything
there?" she pointed to the papers in my hands.
    I glanced up at her quickly to catch the discomfort in her
posture. She was guarded like she had been when I first saw her at the airport
with Jules, but this was different. She was nervous and I couldn't understand
why. I mean, besides the fact that some lunatic wanted her dead so his brother
could stay out of prison.
    But she had no reason to be nervous around me and it was
irritating.
    That or I'm just an asshole on the edge right now.
    "I've only got reports, statements, and a background.
What I don't have is the reason you are testifying in the first place besides
being a witness to murder, of course."
    Yep, an asshole on the edge. I hadn't meant to sound so
cruel but my mouth was ahead of my brain right now and her wall was up. I
didn't have time to break through that. She needed to trust me.
    She flinched as if my words had been a slap in the face
which is pretty much the only way she could take them. Perhaps she just wanted
to do the right thing, but experience had shown me that wasn't always the case
and by the look of the shadow that crossed over her eyes, that wasn't the case
here.
    "I-I… Why wouldn't I testify?"
    I set her file back down on the table between us and leaned
forward, my elbows resting on my thighs. I held her green gaze for a few
moments before she started to squirm. "Because doing so puts your life in
danger and you don't seem to care for that danger too much seeing how you've stayed
away from your brother for so long. You have a good life from what I read and
have every reason to keep it that way."
    "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" she
snapped and looked away as if the tone of her