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been great and Mikey has been himself, really.” She looks down to the floor and shrugs her shoulders before murmuring. “I know it’s in me, Der, the fear from Danny and what he did.” Her eyes lift to meet mine. “I just…” She sighs. “If he does share Danny’s DNA, I want to know. The not knowing is making me crazy.”
    I pull her into me for another hug. “Riv, even if he does, it doesn’t mean anything. He won’t be like him. Danny was ill, River.”
    Sammy taps me on the shoulder and gestures for me to follow him out to the parking lot.
    “Everything okay? Nothing unusual happen or no one loitering?” I ask, knowing he has been here since the call this morning.
    “No, everything is normal, but I don’t fucking like this. It’s already making me edgy and has River questioning why I’m hanging around when I should be working.” 
    He opens the boot of his car and slips me an envelope. “Here are the swabs you need. I need this done ASAP, Der.” The look in his eyes is hard to decipher, but this has gone on long enough and they need to know one way or the other. 
    I say my goodbyes, taking Kyra by the hand and leading her to my car. The smile on River's face is a welcome sight.
                      
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    Even in her casual dance wear, she’s still unbelievably stunning. Her full lips purse into a kissable bow as she looks out the window and wrings her hands together in her lap. Her hair is pulled up off her elegant neck. I want to place kisses there and a bite mark. I shift to adjust my growing erection. I hear her inhale sharply as we pull up at her apartment.
    I grab her wrist and turn her towards me. “What is it?” I follow her eyes as she looks over at a Mustang parked with the engine running. I pull my gun from its holster without needing her explanation; my intuition is telling me to find out who’s in there.
     “Wait here,” I command as I exit the car.
    I lock the doors and make my way across the road. The driver is not visible through the windscreen as he pulls out recklessly towards me. I faintly hear Kyra shouting, but I’m focused on reading the plates as he speeds past me.
    I hear the door open and her light footsteps running towards me. “I knew there was something off with that car.” She grips my arm. “I thought he was going to hit you there for a minute.”
    I grasp the nape of her neck, gently tilting her face to look up at me. “Kyra, why didn’t you mention this today?”
    Her eyes expand and her bottom lip disappears into her mouth before popping free, glistening with the moisture from her tongue. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure if I was just being paranoid,” she murmurs.
    “I don’t care if it's paranoia. I don’t care if it’s someone accidently brushing past you in the supermarket. I want to know about it!” I admonish, my tone leaving no room for argument. Her eyes drop to the floor. I grasp her with my other hand, the pads of my thumbs stroking her cheeks as I demand with my grip that she look at me. Her lashes flutter; her green beauties pierce me, nearly stealing my breath. “I care about you. Please, Kyra. I need to know all these things, little or big, okay?”
    She tries to nod her head, but smiles when she can’t move from my grasp. “Okay,” she agrees; the promise in her tone and the look she gives me tells me she’s being sincere. I bring my lips down to press them against her forehead.
    “Give me your keys. Let me go in first just in case.” I release her to go back to the car for her bag. I call Hans on my cell to run the plates and have a squad car stake out Kyra’s apartment tonight in case the driver comes back.
    Her place is empty and there’s no sign of forced entry.
    “It could just be my ex trying to scare me, Derek,” she says, brushing past me to go to her bedroom.
    Twenty minutes later, she emerges in a dress that hugs all her womanly curves, her full breasts are showcased in the low neckline. I