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beautiful. And like Haley, she also wore a necklace with an old, beautiful pendant on it. Her pale skin and blonde hair were a perfect contrast to the ebony-skinned man next to her. The third man at the table was the gorgeous “vampire.” As soon as Skye focused on him, the edginess returned full-force. She looked away and met Haley’s startled glance.
     
    Consciously or unconsciously, Haley’s free hand began worrying her pendant. Skye turned her head slightly in response to the bartender’s presence and ordered another beer, leaving it to Haley to make the first move.
     
    A few minutes later Haley passed the bar, disappearing down a short hallway and into the woman’s bathroom. Skye paid for the beer, took several sips then followed Haley into the bathroom.
     
    The other woman was nervous but she gave Skye a hesitant smile and retrieved a photograph from the small black purse she was carrying. “Here’s the picture.”
     
    Skye took it, glancing at it briefly. Jen was a younger version of Haley. They could almost have passed for twins, though Jen favored body piercing and Haley apparently didn’t.
     
    The bathroom door opened and the blonde who’d been sitting at Haley’s table walked in. Haley turned quickly, leaned into the mirror as though she was checking her makeup. Skye slipped the photo into her pocket and left the bathroom to reclaim her spot at the bar.
     
    She was halfway through her beer when a familiar scent drifted over her, causing her womb to ripple and her vulva to swell and grow slick. She looked up as Rico stopped next to her. “What are you doing here, Skye?”

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    His voice and eyes were all cop, but it didn’t matter to her body. The danger he represented didn’t stop her heart from beating more rapidly, from sending lava-hot blood through her veins, from making her want to rub her body against his and entice him to mate with her.
     
    Skye fought the need and answered, “Just out for a night on the town, Rico.”
     
    He moved closer, unable to stop himself from doing it. His cock was rock-hard, visions of taking her here, now, of pushing her onto the bar and standing between her legs, thrusting into her until she screamed in release washed over him, dampening his chest with sweat. ¡Carajo! When had he ever wanted to claim a woman in front of witnesses?
     
    Rico forced his mind away from the vivid fantasies. He was on the job. He had to know that she wasn’t here hunting Brittany Armstrong’s killers.
     
    “This doesn’t seem like your kind of place,” he said.
     
    “It doesn’t seem like yours either.”
     
    “Just checking something out for a case.”
     
    She took a swallow of beer, watching him closely as she asked, “So how does this place link to Brittany Armstrong?”
     
    He was good, there was just the briefest hesitation, but she knew she’d guessed correctly. Rico tried to change the subject. “Caldwell said you didn’t call her back.”
     
    Skye laughed, but didn’t bother to deny knowing about the detective’s call. Rico frowned at her. “Cia’s a good cop. Rivera wants her to tie up the loose ends with you. Don’t give her a hard time.”
     
    “I’m not on the police payroll,” Skye reminded him. “But I’ll make you a deal. Tell me what you’ve got that ties Brittany to this club and I’ll go quietly to the police station and help your detective with her paperwork.”
     
    He gritted his teeth as frustrated lust shifted to anger. She always played it the way she wanted. Screw the rules. Screw the law or duty or anything else.
     
    “It’s an open police investigation,” he reminded her.
     
    “Yes, I think Caldwell told me that.” Skye looked down at her watch and noticed that it was well after midnight. “Yesterday, I believe.”
     
    “Why do you want to know about Brittany Armstrong?”
     
    Skye shrugged as though none of it really mattered. “Curiosity, Rico. You’re here, I’m here. Why not