Fighting Temptation [Brac Village 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online

here, Carmine was heading out to the tribe village to get some answers.
    If he investigated this case any further, Carmine knew he was going to run into Turi’s uncle and father. Was it worth it? Did he want to confront those two knowing his black bear was going to want some answers about Turi?
    Carmine knew that in his gut, he was a cop first and foremost. He was going to solve this murder and figure out why Turi’s father was so adamant about the guy mating his own uncle. He just hoped like hell that he didn’t kill both of them in the process.
    “Give me twenty-four hours and I will have your report,” the coroner said as he closed the back of the truck.
    Carmine headed back toward his car, seeing Turi sitting there as if he hadn’t disobeyed. The guy was looking straight ahead, and it almost looked like he was…whistling? What was with the fey and whistles?
    Shaking his head, Carmine crawled into the driver’s seat and started his car. “I don’t want you talking about this case or telling anyone you identified the dead body.”
    Turi stopped whistling and turned toward Carmine. “Why?”
    “Because if anyone knows that it was you who pointed a finger, you might have even more problems.” Pulling out onto the road, Carmine braced himself for an argument. Turi thought logically, but he also wore rose-colored glasses. The man thought everything was cut and dry when it wasn’t.
    To his amazement, Turi didn’t say a word. He only nodded. Maybe there was some hope for his mate after all. Inwardly, Carmine admitted that Turi had been a big help. But he wasn’t going to say that to the guy. He didn’t want to encourage Turi to solve crimes.
    The fey was already in a fucked-up situation. Carmine didn’t need him running headfirst into crime scenes and getting himself killed.
    As Carmine drove toward the police station, he kept sneaking covert glances at Turi. The man had been quite impressive back there. Not only that, Carmine still felt his claws threatening to break free when he thought about how Officer Belgravia had been looking at Turi.
    Turi was his.
    Carmine just had to decide if he wanted to keep the man or not. There he went again with his contradictory thoughts. He wasn’t sure if he was coming or going anymore. Carmine was fighting against mating Turi, yet was intrigued by the man the more time he spent around the small fey.

Chapter Five
     
    Carmine finished up his report and then filed away the mugging . He couldn’t go out to the fey village right away, not when he had Turi with him. For the rest of his shift, Carmine had been watching Turi closely. He was becoming more than intrigued. His mate had decided to become helpful, fetching coffee for the other cops, sweeping up the room, and tidying the place up.
    Not only that, it seemed Turi had a gift for chatting. More than once Carmine had caught one or more detectives staring Turi’s way. Carmine was finding that Turi was…charming. He sat back in his chair, watching as his mate laughed and talked with one of the other detectives.
    Turi had a dazzling smile. The row of straight, white teeth appeared more than once this afternoon. He also noticed how Turi constantly tucked his hair behind his ear as he talked. Did he know how handsome he was?
    Carmine doubted it. Turi seemed very unaware of his good looks. Once when Turi was smiling, he had turned Carmine’s way, and that was when Carmine had seen how his mate’s emerald-green eyes sparkled when he smiled.
    It was a good look on him. A very good look. Carmine had turned away so he wouldn’t be pulled into those deep, dark gems. He couldn’t offer Turi any kind of a relationship. Not when he feared giving his heart to anyone. It wasn’t fair for Carmine to make Turi think he had a chance—because he didn’t.
    But, as much as Carmine was trying his best to keep his distance, the attraction was there. Lord knew he was fighting the attraction. But somehow Turi’s sweetness was winning