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By:Jennifer Morey


                He took her hand and bit the strawberry, then kissed her fingertips with a velvety touch.

                Her breath quickened and she marveled at his appetite. Not for food, either. Letting him keep her hand, she reached for a piece of cheese. She brought it to his lips and he took a bite, leaving half for her. She put it into her mouth and chewed with him, falling into the look in his eyes, those wolfish eyes that hungered for her.

                Next came another strawberry. This time he sucked her finger after taking it.

                “Oh.”

                He gave a lopsided grin. “My turn.”

                Taking a berry from the plate, he poised it before her.

                “You like fruit,” she teased.

                “Juicy,” he said with a dark whisper. “Like you.”

                He pressed it to her lips and she took a bite. He ate the other half and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, no longer smiling.

                “Come here,” he coaxed.

                She sat on her hip, her legs off to the side, and leaned toward him. He put a strawberry between his teeth and she smiled as she took a bite of her half. Her heart scampered warmly as they chewed with their lips touching. He kissed her.

                Their breathing resonated in the room.

                “Savanna,” he rasped, and pulled her head back to his.

                She lay down and he moved over her, continuing to kiss her. That’s all he did. Kiss her. And then, he lay with her, holding her against him. Savanna could feel him drifting again. Away from her.





                                      Chapter 17

                The car had been a good idea. Behind tinted windows, they wouldn’t be recognized. Korbin searched the neighborhood as he climbed out of the back, making sure all was clear for Savanna. It was a quiet Saturday morning. She stood with him, eyes a little sheepish but also full of remembered heat as she passed him and headed up the cracked and narrow walk that sliced the front yard in half. Two huge maple trees needed a good trim but kept them in shadows as they stepped up to the covered porch of the 1960s home.

                Ringing the doorbell, he looked around again and faced forward when the door opened and Nate appeared. He scanned the neighborhood and let them inside.

                A pregnant woman sat reclined on the couch, and two kids about eight and twelve sat on the love seat. The slipcover over it was coming untucked. Bulky furniture crowded the small living room. A coffee table was full of magazines and glasses. The entertainment center was old and too big for the room, and the TV was loud and played a vampire movie.

                “Dude, you shouldn’t be here,” Nate said. “Babe, could you get us some beers?”

                Korbin held up his hand. “No.” He shook his head at the pregnant woman, who looked glad not to have to get up. “We don’t need anything. We won’t be here long.”

                “You got my badge?”

                “That isn’t why we’re here.”

                Nate’s brow went down.

                “What has Pavlo said to you about why he’s working at your company?”