How many layers of denim and leather—how much steel—would he need to put between them to forget her touch? Maybe the phae Queen could suck that desire out of him. The nasty thought made him frown, and Merrilee was echoing his fierce expression when she pulled off her helmet. What did she have to be angry about? She had her rewarding work, far away from him, she had her pack, her fuck buddy with no strings attached, just as she liked it. Orson’s quartet hadn’t shown up yet, so he unlocked the bar, though he kept the shades down. Normally he didn’t open until happy hour, making the bar a good place for a clandestine meeting. Assuming everybody in town wasn’t already in on their secret like Babette. Merrilee went behind the bar, tossing her coat beside his. “Mind if I get a drink? I think I need one after this morning.” “Help yourself,”
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