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again.
    When the last spasm died away Seth reached up to take her ankles and ease her legs slowly back down to the couch. Her heart was hammering against her ribs so hard she was sure he could hear it. She couldn’t seem to drag enough air into her lungs. Every muscle was stretched and limp and she couldn’t have moved if the place was on fire.
    Seth collapsed on top of her before rolling slightly to his side, his arms still around her. He brushed stands of hair back from her damp cheeks and smiled at her.
    “Either you need to get a wider couch or we need to make it to the bedroom next time,” he told her in a deep, soft voice.
    “I vote for the bedroom.” Her grin was suddenly shy. “I… We…um…sort of got carried away.”
    “Yes, we did. But I’ve wanted to do this since the minute we met.”
    Her eyes widened. “You have?” Heat crept up her cheeks. “I thought it was just me. What’s happening here?”
    “Something really good,” he assured her. “Something we need to explore.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles. “I want you to promise me something.”
    “Anything,” she readily agreed. “Just ask me.”
    “If there’s a night I can’t follow you home, I want you to ask Max to. He can put Aisha in his car and bring her back to get hers the next morning. But I don’t want you driving by yourself without protection.”
    Kendall shivered. “I hope you catch this predator soon. Customers are going to stop coming to The Litter Box and that wouldn’t be good for Max.”
    “You’re right. And believe me, it’s my top priority right now. I even got my chief to assign me to this permanently until we catch him.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “Meanwhile, could I interest you in a slow, steamy shower?”
    She laughed, relaxing again. “Sounds great to me.”

Chapter Three

    Seth was jittery. He leaned against the wall at The Litter Box, not far from the end of the long bar, hands in his pockets jingling coins—a habit he’d long used to calm his nerves, but tonight it wasn’t working. In the past ten days, there had been two more vicious attacks. Two more women raped and clawed to death. And he was still no closer to finding the rogue leopard shifter.
    He knew Max had taken it upon himself to talk to as many of his female patrons as he could. He’d even printed small hand-outs that he gave to them, with a message urging them to be careful and suggesting precautions they could take. So far it hadn’t affected his business too much, but he’d told his brother he’d close the place if he had to…if Seth and his fellow cops didn’t catch this shifter soon. Seth hated to even think about that, because The Litter Box was about the only safe gathering place for cat shifters of all breeds. But he didn’t want to see more women dying, either. And it wasn’t as safe as it once had been.
    His tension eased slightly as his eyes drank in the sight of Kendall sitting at the end of the bar, Aisha next to her. In the past few days the women had fallen into a new routine of coming into The Litter Box every evening after work. Sometimes they stayed until closing and Max would be on his wife’s bumper on the way home while Seth tailed Kendall. On those late nights another item had been added to the schedule—he’d spend the night at Kendall’s.
    And that was something else complicating his life, but only because right now he didn’t have the time to devote to her that he wanted. She’d become a very important person in his life, a feeling that went way beyond the off-the-charts sex that only seemed to get better. No, it was a lot more than that. It was a bone deep feeling that, after looking for the right mate for a long time, one had simply dropped into his lap. And he wasn’t about to screw it up. He was grateful that she understood the situation, but he wanted to be able to court her properly. The way she deserved.
    Mate!
    The word had echoed round and round in his brain ever since