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acquired the target, Natasha. You may report to the Council that she is scheduled to fly back to San Diego tomorrow, just as they arranged,” he drawled in the most bored voice he’d ever heard himself speak. “I’ll be sure to contact you as soon as Dr. Derrickson leads me to Sidheon.”
    “Dr. Derrickson, is it? Surely you’ve gotten past the formality of last names with her, Jon,” Natasha said cattily.
    Bix didn’t bother to answer. He put the phone on speaker mode and tossed it on the bed. His pants hit the floor, followed by his shirt and underwear. Naked, he ducked into the small bathroom and turned on the shower.
    While the water warmed, he strolled to the closet and pulled out his only set of clean clothes for tomorrow. The dirty laundry was stuffed inside a duffel bag and tossed next to the door for easy retrieval before his jaunt to the airport in the morning. After a lengthy silence, a hard, angry female voice crackled over the phone line. Natasha. Hell, he’d almost forgotten she was there.
    “The temporary house in San Diego is all set up, Jon. Alaan will pick you up at the airport and assist you as needed.”
    Bix called over his shoulder with a distracted, “Fine,” glad his best friend would work this case with him. Excellent. He ducked into the bathroom again and flipped on the faucet over the small sink. “What about the territory leaders in California? They know I’m coming?”
    “All taken care of. I don’t have any additional intel other than what I sent you yesterday before you flew to Colorado. If anything else comes up, I’ll try to get it to you before you board your plane to San Diego tomorrow.”
    “Yep,” he mumbled his response around his toothbrush.
    “Good luck, Jon. I look forward to seeing you when you report back to headquarters.”
    “It may be a while,” Bix mumbled, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “If there’s nothing else, Natasha, good night.”
    “Good night, lover.”
    Bix clicked off the speakerphone and snapped the unit shut. It landed on top of his bag at the door as he headed for the shower. His hand settled on his left shoulder, digging into the muscles there. Odd. It was tight, sore and pulsing. He hadn’t worked his shoulders this week at all, but the pain was acute.
    The bathroom filled with a fog of soothing steam. He stepped into the tub and yanked the shower curtain closed. The strong, hot spray of water pulsed over the muscles of his back and thighs as he searched inside himself for the source of his discomfort. His keen senses dipped below his skin, into his veins and slid along and through his muscles. When he searched the connective tissues of his throbbing shoulder there was nothing unusual. But if it was perfectly fine, why the hell was it so sore?
    He shut off the shower and headed to bed. Under the cool sheets and scratchy blankets, his thoughts settled on a beautiful woman with dark brown eyes and skin, and a body to die for. A body he wished he could cuddle up to right now.
    His fingers had itched all through dinner to bury themselves in her thick, curly hair to see if it was a soft as it looked. The short-sleeved tee she wore let him look his fill at smooth-as-velvet skin over sleek muscle. His thoughts strayed to the elegant curve of her neck. Keen ears had picked up the strong pulse beating there as they’d talked and laughed over their meal. He imagined the same beat now. Strong. Steady. His cock swelled and pulsed in time with the imagined thump of her heart.
    Hell, it was going to be a long night.
     
     
    “You fool. Incompetent, idiotic fool,” Sidheon roared, not bothering to hide the sharp points of his fangs from the human trembling in front of him.
    “I’m sorry, Dr. Sidheon, but I thought this cart was yours,” the little man stuttered, shrinking away from the very strong hand capable of snapping his neck like a chicken’s.
    “Well, it is not mine. If this is not my specimen cart then where the bloody hell is it?”