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caredabout people. That’s where Trevor was an exception. For whatever reason, he wanted to stay connected to the humanity he’d lost a century ago when he sold his soul to become a Ker.
    Trevor raked his gaze over Cacy’s bare breasts. “This is a good look for you, little Ferry. Should I call Len over here?”
    “Fuck off,” she said, laughing. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
    The grin fell from his face. And that could only mean one thing.
    She laid her hand on his cheek. “Hey. How many lives did you save during your paramedic shift today?”
    His eyes met hers. “I don’t know. We went on twelve calls.” He threw his massive shoulders back. “I delivered a baby on the way to the hospital. The little guy couldn’t wait to be born.”
    “How many lives are you about to take as a Ker?” she whispered.
    “Nine,” he mouthed.
    Shit. It was going to be a busy night if the Marked were in the Chinatown emergency response zone. Cacy cringed inwardly but said, “So in the balance, you saved more than you destroyed. It’s a good day.”
    He smiled sadly and pulled her into a hug. “I’m going to miss riding with you, Cacy.”
    “Bullshit,” she mumbled against his chest. “You’re thrilled to be back on first shift. You’ll get to hit the clubs again.”
    He chuckled. “But I’ll be dancing with tears in my eyes.”
    “Hey, Trevor, do you know where—? Oh, sorry,” said a voice that carried the slightest of western twangs.
    Trevor’s arms fell away from Cacy as they both turned. The newcomer’s emerald-green eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed dark pink. “ So sorry, ma’am,” he muttered, but he didn’t seem able to tear his eyes away from her breasts.
    Trevor snorted. “Boy, you are so fresh it’s sweet. Sergeant Eli Margolis, meet your new partner, Lieutenant Cacia Ferry. Cacia, Eli.” He waved his hand back and forth between them.
    Cacy put her hands on her hips, praying the men in front of her would attribute her hard nipples to the fact that the room was cold. But in truth, damn . The newbie was going to take some getting used to. His short dark-blond hair was streaked with gold and platinum, like the sun loved him. His skin was tanned but not scarred or blistery like so many these days. She couldn’t choose which part of him to stare at first, so her eyes just bounced all over, from high cheekbones to square jaw to broad shoulders to lean hips. She almost asked him to turn around so she could admire the rear view.
    Her new partner was sex on a stick.
    Which sucked, since she had no intention of going anywhere near said stick. Or any other part of him. “You never seen a pair of breasts before, Sergeant Desert Boy?” she snapped.
    His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his piercing gaze hit her. He gave her a sweet half-apologetic smile. “None like yours, Lieutenant City Girl.”
    Trevor threw his head back and laughed. “This is a match made in . . . somewhere. What did you need, Eli?”
    Eli’s eyes didn’t leave Cacy’s face. “Her. That’s all.”
    Rebellious little shards of pleasure streaked down Cacy’s spine. She shivered and turned toward her locker. “You found me. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you at rig four-three-six.”
    She actually only needed a minute to get dressed. She needed the other four to freaking pull herself together .
    “Yes, ma’am,” Eli said. She looked over her shoulder to read the expression on his face, but he was gone.
    Trevor tugged lightly at the back of her ponytail. “I can’t tell if your day just got a lot better or a lot worse.”
    “I’m not sure, either,” she muttered. She’d sworn off guys a few years ago, the night she’d had to escort her last boyfriend to the Afterlife. And Trevor knew that, because he’d been the one to Mark the guy for death. It hadn’t been personal. Brian’s name had simply come up on Trevor’s list, and Trevor had done his job. So Cacy had guided her boyfriend to Heaven,