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the world. Especially knowing she’d be spending the next three days alone with him. No work, no chasing down paranorms, no being shot at, trapped in underground prisons, no being thrown against the walls or lit on fire. Just her, Cal and one king-sized bed.
    Demi’s body tingled in all the right places in anticipation of getting naked with this human she loved more than life itself.
    He met her halfway across the tarmac and enveloped her in a warm, strong embrace. “Mmmm, you smell like honeysuckle and oranges.” He kissed her soundly, the kiss stretching longer as his tongue thrust between her teeth and slid along hers.
    By the time Cal broke the kiss, Demi was breathless. “Getting an early start on our weekend?” she laughed.
    â€œGetting a start, anyway.”
    â€œI can’t believe the chief gave us the weekend free and clear, plus transportation in a charter plane. Who did you have to do to get that thrown into the bargain?”
    Cal raked a hand through his dark hair and glanced down at his shoes. “Uh, Demi…”
    Her stomach clenched as Cal clearly struggled to form his next words. Her lips tightening, Demi’s eyes narrowed. “You better be hesitating because you don’t know how to tell me they only had champagne instead of Merlot on the plane.”
    â€œNo, I have a bottle of Merlot chilling in the galley.” He looked up, his forehead pinched into an apologetic frown. “This isn’t strictly a vacation.”
    She stepped out of his arms and grabbed her suitcase handle. “Talk fast or I’m turning around and heading back to my apartment.”
    â€œThe first part of it isn’t a vacation. All we have to do is deliver a package to the Fifth Precinct in Manhattan, then the next three days are all ours.”
    Demi sighed. “Is that all? I should have figured the chief wouldn’t let us get away without some form of payment. So where’s this package?” Demi glanced around.
    Cal looked at his watch. “The chief was supposed to meet us here for the handoff about now.”
    â€œMust be something important for him to deliver it himself.” Demi thought about it a moment. “Manhattan? Gina says there’s a big storm brewing out that way.”
    Cal nodded. “I checked the weather. The reports predict a pretty heavy thunderstorm, but they think it’ll turn north before it hits and New York City will only get rain.”
    â€œWeather reporters are the only people who can be wrong ninety-nine percent of the time and still keep their jobs.”
    â€œWe can only hope others believe their prediction and steer clear of the city. If so, we’ll find some good deals on hotels.” He winked.
    She inhaled and let it out. “So we’re going to deliver this package and hunker down in a hotel before the weather gets bad, right?”
    â€œThat was my plan.”
    â€œThen let’s do it. I want my three days of peace and quiet.”
    Cal pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again. “And sex.”
    â€œThat goes without saying.” She leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “At least we’ll get a free plane trip out of this deal.”
    â€œYeah, beats driving all that way. I can’t wait to get my hands beneath this sweater.” And he didn’t wait, sliding his fingers underneath, his hands brushing the skin of her belly.
    Demi trembled in anticipation.
    â€œDo you two mind?” Chief Warner’s voice jerked her out of the lusty fantasies she’d been thinking of. “As far as the Chicago PD is concerned, you’re still on duty.”
    Demi pushed Cal back and smoothed her hair and shirt. “Yes, sir.”
    Chief Warner approached them from his unmarked police car. The paranormal extraction van pulled to a stop on the tarmac.
    â€œWhere’s the package?” Demi asked.
    â€œComing.” He turned to the van and