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And now he was thinking about peeling off all those layers of tight black clothing and seeing how much of her skin was covered in the freckles that colored her cheeks. “Oh, crap, okay look I’m sorry for the thing about your boobs—”
    She pressed a finger to his lips. “I’m not psychic, you moron. I looked at your wallet while you were passed out.”
    “Oh.”
    “What were you going to say about my boobs?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You’re worse at lying than you are at saying thank you.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Can I turn the light on now?”
    “I’d rather you didn’t,” Shane admitted.
    “Well, I’d rather we not sit alone together in the dark while you think about my breasts.”
    The lamp flicked back on, and Shane closed his eyes in response. It was almost the same as having a conversation in the dark only now his eyelids were glowing pink and he suspected he looked like an idiot.
    Not that that was anything new to him.
    “Look,” Siobhan said, “in spite of the part where you almost walked headfirst into your own untimely demise, you were sort of helpful tonight.”
    “Thanks…I think?”
    “You clearly know the general concepts of battle. I can tell you’ve been trained. There’s a reason I didn’t leave you out on the street.”
    “Because you think I’m ruggedly handsome?”
    “No.”
    “Thanks,” he said again, this time his tone dripping with sarcasm.
    “Romance is an entanglement I don’t have the luxury of participating in, Mr. Hewitt. I apologize if I’ve offended you. I think you’re very attractive, but that’s entirely beside the point.”
    “Oookaaay.”
    “I need your help.”
    Shane opened one eye and gave her his most incredulous look. “You had to save my life and now you’re asking me for help. What the hell is wrong with you?”
    “Well, you see…I’m sort of desperate.”

Chapter Five
    Siobhan didn’t work with partners.
    Not since the whole messy debacle with Percy. But she’d been fifteen when Percy died, and she’d made sure the goblin that’d killed him followed him to the grave. The image of your first partner getting sucked into a bright burning light pit to an alternate dimension isn’t all that easy to forget, though. And it didn’t make you want to run out and find a replacement.
    Yet, here she was asking a total stranger to help her.
    She couldn’t put her finger on the exact reason she trusted Shane. Either it was his no-questions-asked willingness to help her kill the troll, or the fact he hadn’t run screaming like a girl when she’d ripped the creature’s heart out with her bare hands. Her job got messy, and she would need someone who wasn’t going to balk when the situation got hairy.
    Shane seemed like he could be reliable.
    Or—at the very least—he seemed like he could last a few rounds before getting himself killed, and that was all she really needed.
    “You’re desperate?” he parroted. “Wow, lady. Be still my throbbing heart.”
    Siobhan shot him a look. “I can take care of that throbbing-heart problem for you.”
    Shane mimed zipping his lips shut.
    “You know about some of the supernatural things lurking in the city, right? What do you know?”
    He paused, and Siobhan let herself take a good look at him. His face was rough with dark stubble except for one spot on his right cheek where a silvery white scar showed bright against the rest of growth. Scars were usually good for a story, and Siobhan liked them because it meant somewhere in a person’s past they’d been able to walk away from something bad.
    His dark, almost black hair was styled into a sort of Mohawk with the sides cut close to his scalp and the hair on the crown allowed to grow long. It probably usually stood tall, but right now it lay flat and gave the unfortunate impression of the styles she’d seen German SS officers wear. Without thinking about it Siobhan reached out and fluffed up his flat hair so it stood at attention rather than making him look