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travel down her toned legs until they end in a pair of heels I want her to have on with nothing else.
    “Your cell.”
    I blink at her, confused.
    “What?”
    “Your cell phone is ringing.” She giggles.
    I shake my head and reach in my pocket to retrieve it. “Hans, what you got for me?”
    “It’s registered to a Matthew Winter. I ran his profile and he’s deceased; died in a boating accident six months ago. I have his last known address if you want to check it out?”
    “Yes, send it through.” I hang up and pull Kyra back out of the apartment.
    The drive back to my house is a tense one; my mind is on the case and who could be behind this. I checked the database for offenders I had a hand in putting away, but nothing came back to connect with this.  I want Kyra staying at my place tonight. Tomorrow Sammy will spend the day with them again when I plan to follow the lead from the Mustang.
    “Maybe it’s too much. I don’t get to dress up often.” I look over at Kyra, picking up the back end of her conversation as I drive up to my house.
    “I’m sorry, what?”
    She flushes red. “The dress, I maybe overdressed for dinner.”
    I stop the car and put my finger up to her lips to hush her. “You look absolutely stunning. I’m honoured you would make such effort just for me.” I brush her lip as I pull my hand away, feeling a satisfied spark igniting inside me when her breath catches. I open the car door and exit, coming around to help her out. I get a flash of her inner thigh as she steps out and it stirs the desire inside me. I’m beginning to ache to be between them.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 

    I watch as Derek starts to make dinner after handing me a glass of wine.
    “This was my sister’s speciality,” he says. “She used to make it every Tuesday when our mom worked late.”
    Pain glosses his eyes as he mentions his sister; the word “sister” coming out a tone lower than every other word that leaves his mouth. The frost of grief tinges the atmosphere and dispels in the next moment when the front door opens and closes. Jasper’s deep baritone voice fills the air, warming it with an electric pulse. It zaps through my veins and the emptiness leaves Derek’s eyes.
    “Der, that smells so good. You didn’t tell me it was mac night, I have to…” His footsteps falter when his eyes rest upon me as he enters the kitchen.
    “Hey,” he says. The energy, like a natural being, manifests itself in the room, fogging my thoughts. His eyes rake over the dress I squeezed myself into, then they leave me and slowly assess Derek. “I didn’t realise this was a date?” he questions, his voice sounding harsher than it should.
    “It’s not. It’s just dinner, and you’re welcome to join us,” Derek practically growls in response. I watch them battle; a stare off that Derek wins. Jasper turns his gaze to me, pinning me with a smirk, which leaves me weightless and needing to reach for the counter for support.
    “Okay, thanks. I’m starving, I haven’t eaten all day,” he chirps, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a huge bite. His teeth break the skin, then crunch into the centre, the juices moisten his lips and a small droplet runs from the corner of his mouth; his tongue darts out to swipe it. I grip the counter and swallow hard.  “You’re blushing, Beauty.” I turn my gaze to Derek’s and see a swirl of heated caramel looking back at me. He called me Beauty. I feel like I could combust. Between the two of them, I’m already soaking my panties in need of a release I had never sought before. The ache built the longer Derek held my gaze. The fire had broken out all over my body.
    “You’re burning.” Jasper’s voice penetrates the haze and I reply with a whisper.
    “Yes.”
    Derek smiles and drops his eyes to the pan that had begun to smoke. “It’s fine. I caught it in time. ”
    Oh my God, he meant the dinner. I know the blush that now scorches my cheeks is completely