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Rapun-whoever. “You go down first. I’ll follow. Be careful.”
     
    Her only answer was a nod.
     
    When they were safely on the ground at Dante’s side, they had an awkward moment when he was still feeling really pissed and defensive without being entirely sure why, and he could see that she sensed his feelings.
     
    Then she got a goofy grin on her face and ducked to the ground. When she came back up, she had the shifter knob in her hand. “Aha! Cool!” She wiped it on her t-shirt. “See? Shiny!”
     
    She looked so cute and proud of herself that his mood dissipated, and he laughed. Then she kissed the knob. Watching her full lips purse around that piece of plastic, Demon felt an urge that would have overpowered any inhibition, even had he had one. He slid his hands over her jaw, cradling her head, and he bent down and kissed her.
     
    Before his lips had even reached hers, she was with him. Her hands went to his hips and her body bent backward, molding to his. It was her tongue, not his, that moved first, sweeping along his lower lip. Fuck, he’d never been so hard ever in his whole life. His body was functioning on a purely physical, elemental level, and his tongue overpowered hers and pushed into her mouth. He’d never kissed anybody like this, where he wasn’t even paying any attention to what he was doing or what she was doing. All he knew was the feeling, the way his heart pounded, the hot silk of her skin in his hands, the way her body slotted against his like it belonged there.
     
    The way he wanted so much more.
     
    Then she pulled back—just an inch, but it was enough for sense to shoulder its way back into a corner of his head.
     
    “Fuck. I’m sorry.” He let her go.
     
    But she grabbed his kutte. “Don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry.”
     
    He looked into her eyes and tried to see what she was thinking. He thought he could see. He thought he saw trust and desire. But she was so much better than he was. Even if she hadn’t been untouchable, she was out of his reach.
     
    “We can’t…”
     
    She sighed and looked up at the clear blue sky. “I know. I know. The story of my fucking life.” Her eyes came back to his. “But that was my first kiss, so don’t be sorry. If you’re sorry, that ruins the memory.”
     
    “Your first…? You never…?”
     
    “Nope. And it was awesome . So don’t be sorry, okay?”
     
    He smiled. “Okay.” He wasn’t sorry anymore. He was proud, actually. And sad.
     
     
    ~oOo~
     
     
    When they got back to the club compound, the van was back—and so were the patches that had been on the run with it. Including Blue. By the time Demon had Dante parked and had met Faith at the back of the car to hand her back her keys, Blue was just about on them. He ignored Demon and smiled at his daughter.
     
    “Hey, kitty cat. Where you two been?”
     
    “We went to Pik-A-Part. Michael needed to get some stuff for Uncle Hooj, and the van was gone, so I let him use Dante. And I got some sweet stuff for myself, too. I put it on the account. That’s okay, right?”
     
    “How much?”
     
    “About twenty bucks is all.”
     
    “Yeah, that’s fine.” He turned and shouted toward the open bays, “CRAPPER! GET OUT HERE AND HELP DEME GET THIS SHIT INSIDE.”
     
    Crapper walked out, moving a lot more slowly than Demon would have, and they two unloaded Dante and brought Hoosier’s parts to his station. When they were done, Demon started to head back to say goodbye to Faith, but Fat Jack grabbed his arm hard.
     
    “Stay put, kid. Don’t make it worse.”
     
    The possibilities of badness that Jack’s warning portended were infinite. So Demon swallowed and stayed put, watching Blue hug Faith and send her on her way. He watched his daughter drive away, standing in the lot until Dante was out of sight.
     
    Then he turned and headed back to the bays, moving fast, his head and shoulders brought forward like a charging bull. Demon locked his knees and