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reassurance that I somehow haven’t totally blown it, whatever it is, and am momentarily taken aback by the softness of his features. For a moment our eyes seem locked together as though magnetically transfixed. He rubs a tender thumb across my cheek before suddenly catching himself and resuming his working stance.
     
    “So, a total change of subject…..how do you cope with beard rash?” A scrawny teenager sniggers behind us.
     
    I snap my head in the direction of the question. “Excuse me?”
     
    The teenager, the youngest child of the local butcher I am soon to learn, presses on. “You can’t go on TV with beard rash. So you can’t kiss Kane very much.” The young woman flutters her eyes adoringly towards Kane. There is a round of laughter and teasing, all aimed in our direction. I feel the flush in my cheeks rising.
     
    “We kiss often enough, don’t you worry, Janine.” Kane responds gruffly.
     
    “Yes, we do. So I don’t need a stand-in, if that’s what you’re hoping!” I tease her in retort, hoping that we can steer the conversation away.
     
    She hu ffs from embarrassment folding defiant arms across her chest. “Well, I still say you don’t. My older brother has a beard and his girlfriend is always complaining of getting beard rash.”
     
    “Oh, for God’s sake, Janine. Drop it now.” Her father reprimands her. “Sky, kiss him and maybe then she will shut up about it and stop her mooning.” He laughs heartily.
     
    Suddenly, all eyes are on me. The seconds drag as I tennis ball glances between the circle of friends and Kane. His eyes are wide and momentarily, he seems genuine ly out of his comfort zone. Sky, you have been in worst scrapes than this.....
     
    I lean inward towards Kane holding his face between my hands. I run my tongue softly along his bottom lip, gently nipping and sucking , drawing his mouth open. A stunned groan escapes from his mouth. I feel his arousal overtake him as he pulls me firmly into his chest.  He grasps the opportunity of my parted lips, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. His taste is exquisite, intoxicating and I want more, my tongue finding his, circling and dancing in tune. My moan vibrates across our lips as we hungrily crave to deepen the kiss further.
     
    We snap apart as we hear the gasps of those surrounding us, cheers and wolf whistles echoing in the night air. Kane stares at me, breathless, with hooded lustful eyes. I feel a flush spread across every inch of my skin.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Alexei Bortsov launches himself out of his Orbit leather recliner striding angrily towards the two incompetent fools stood before him in his study. “I said find her….not bring me excuses why you have failed! You fucking idiots! I want you to find Sky Sinclair. How fucking hard can it be?!!” He turns away in disgust, balling each hand into a tight fist. “Get out of my fucking sight! Find her!”
     
    Viktor and Yury immediately depart the study . Viktor glares at his partner, his lip snarled in fury. “You lost the Brabus. This is your fuck-up!”
     
    “Get out of my face, Viktor! We need to find her and fast!”
     
    ***
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Several days have passed since the night of the barbeque. And that kiss. Kane and I left Creek Retreat shortly afterwards and each departed into our own room without a further word spoken between us. Since then, we have danced cautiously around one another keeping any communication to a minimum. The air in the house is thick with tension and I sense that Kane is feeling as suffocated as I am.
     
    Thankfully, Storm is due to arrive today to bring us an update on the investigation. DCI Jack Mercer may accompany him but if there is any hint of an increased risk that he is being ‘watched’ then it is agreed that Storm will relay the information on his behalf. Either way, I am relieved to have further news but more so to have another person and distraction in the house,