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there wasn’t a dresser or a desk. Nope. The room’s only contents were two massive folding tables and a spread of paper that would put the police department to shame.
    It was time to work. It was late, later than he usually started working. He hoped he could sleep soon, but until his eyes drooped to the point of no return, he didn’t dare go to his bedroom. The only thing worse than perpetual insomnia was falling asleep only to wake up an hour later covered in sweat, panting as though Evan himself had been the one kidnapped four years ago instead of Ashley.
    Evan set his coffee cup on the corner of the table and laid his hand on the piece of paper he’d been perusing before sleep had claimed him last night. The room would look haphazard to anyone who saw it, not that anyone had, but to Evan it was organized chaos. He knew every single slip of paper, where it was located, and when he’d written on it.
    This was not his office. Another bedroom across the hall contained the items of a real office—desk, fax machine, computer, filing cabinet. This room was special. This room had everything he needed to investigate one single case.
    Damon Parkfield.
    Unlike every night for as long as he could remember, Evan couldn’t bring himself to sit on the only folding chair in the room. He didn’t keep a nice sturdy desk chair in this room. He preferred to maintain a certain level of discomfort when dealing with the whereabouts of Mr. Parkfield. The bastard rankled him.
    No one was paying Evan to continue looking for Damon. Josh mentioned on the answering machine he’d considered it. But the truth was, no one knew about his obsession. Evan was determined to bring to justice the man who called himself a member of the shifter community and had terrorized the woman Evan was fated to love.
    Even though the elders of the wolf shifter community were investigating Damon and working hard to find him, Evan couldn’t let it stop there. He wanted—no, needed —to make sure the bastard was brought to justice fast. He couldn’t rest until then.
    Evan smoothed his fingers across the table. He didn’t have it in him tonight. His shoulders slumped. Perhaps it was the breakneck run, or the stress of having seen Ashley face-to-face tonight, but he was exhausted.
    He stared at the unfinished coffee and left it sitting there as he backed out of the room and shut the door behind him.
    Sleep. Was there a chance he could actually slumber peacefully finally?
    Too tired for anything else, Evan used the bathroom that adjoined his room and brushed his teeth. He dropped his clothes in a line on the way to his bed and climbed between the sheets naked. He always slept naked. He preferred the feel of the silk against his skin to the confinement of boxers.
    He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.
    Ashley.
    •●•
    Dark blonde hair danced along his chest, its owner’s face curtained by the thick locks as the woman licked a trail across his pecs and then flicked her tongue over his nipple.
    Evan moaned. He arched his back into the sensations tickling across his chest.
    When she continued down his stomach, he gasped. Her chin bumped into his cock as she swirled her tongue around his belly button. He grasped his thick shaft in one hand, unable to tolerate the torture of her sweet mouth on him, teasing him with promises of more. Instead of lowering her mouth to take his cock into her warmth, she nibbled her way back up to suck his nipples.
    Her tiny moans filled the room.
    He pumped his length harder, unable to stop himself with her scent filling his nostrils, her hair dangling across his chest, her soft lips torturing his skin. Her fingers danced across his chest, molding and sculpting his muscles as she kissed him.
    With a loud groan, Evan came, pulsing against his stomach with more force than he ever remembered an orgasm having in the past. For a moment he lay there, relishing the experience with his mate…
    His eyes shot open. He gasped into the