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faded into the woodwork.
    Sliding to one side, Guy beckoned Jacob closer.
    "Spend the night with me."
    Jacob bit his lip as he thought the decision over. "I need to be at a shoot by seven."
    "I leave at six."
    Relief filled him. "Perfect."
    Without another word, he slid under the covers and let Guy spoon around him. Feeling relaxed and protected, Jacob fell asleep.

Chapter Three
     
    Guy woke in slow increments, the soft humming in his brain a pleasant, soothing noise. Curiosity had him waking to find its source. First, he blinked from the bright morning light, then he became aware of the soft sheets, firm mattress, and the warm body beside him.
    Warm body?
    Blinking slowly, he looked at the tousled dark hair and the previous evening's events came rushing back, along with the ache in his ass. Now he knew why he'd heard the hum; he'd bonded with his mate. Their mating bond crackled with power. He'd heard of that happening before but had thought the bond a more conceptual idea than physical reality.
    The scent of sex filled the air, and besides the usual smells of musk and cum, there was another smell he'd thought he'd never have.
    Mated .
    Jacob's scent, appealing before, now smelled like home. As if the man belonged to Guy. In a room full of strangers, he knew from this day forward he'd always be able to pick out his lover. A warm glow of delight filled Guy. He'd finally found his other half after so many years of looking, when he'd just been about to give up. His happy rush vanished as panic gripped Guy's chest like an iron vise. What if Jacob didn't plan on keeping him? As far as Guy could tell, Jacob knew nothing about his true nature or anything about magic. Guy brushed his worries away. Jacob would learn soon that Guy wasn't going anywhere.
    Snuggling his lover closer, Guy relished lying in bed with someone in his arms.
    "Morning." Jacob's sleep roughened voice broke the silence.
    "Morning, gorgeous," Guy responded, automatically tightening his grip.
    "You're going to have to let me go so I can use to the bathroom," Jacob muttered.
    "Sorry." It took more effort than it should have to release the other man.
    The insistent ringing of his phone brought Guy out of his admiration of Jacob's ass as he walked to the bathroom.
    Scrambling for his cell, he glanced at the screen.
    Cash?
    "What's wrong?" Guy asked into the phone, brushing aside the normal greetings.
    Cash wasn't social enough for casual conversation. As far as Guy could tell, the only person Cash gave a crap about was his mate, and that man could wrap Cash around his finger so fast it was head-spinning to watch.
    "Have you gotten any leads on that murder?"
    "No. The suspect wasn't there. I've got some meetings with my crew this morning, and then I'm going to go out again tonight." Shit! How was he going to explain to Jacob he was going out to nightclubs, and more importantly, what if Jacob didn't care?
    "There's been another murder. I've sent Niles to come help you search. We've got to catch whoever or whatever is killing people. We think the killer is targeting people with untapped power. Right now, he's fixating on models. The last three have been runway models. All men, and the last two were found together."
    Guy could practically hear the blood in his veins crackle with the sudden icy chill whipping through his body. "Why didn't I hear of this connection before?"
    "The first death appeared random, and the victim had only done a few photo shoots. It wasn't until we learned of the other two that we started putting it together. Think about it, models are easy victims if you have a good cover story. Hell, you can even have them come to you if you call a modeling agency with a possible job. The last two vanished after a shoot they were supposed to do together. Their manager contacted us because she used to be one of our agents. She said both models had strong untapped power."
    "Who's the agent? I'll start with her."
    "Mandy Gates at Models Now."
    "Shit!"
    "What's