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control the moans, the oh yes and please, more and right there that escaped her throat. And he actively encouraged her vocalizations.
    "Love a woman who knows what she wants," he told her. "Love a woman who shows her pleasure."
    Then he was definitely with the right woman.
    Thing was, he was definitely the wrong man…and that’s why this was all so good.

    * * *
    H ours later , Abby dozed lightly against Ace's shoulder. She was comfortable. It would be so easy to just stay here, roll out of bed in the morning and head over to Mary's.
    And then you can avoid going home and dealing with the Ethan thing.
    Right. Ethan.
    She pushed herself up and out of bed, rooting for her clothes. He propped up on his elbow, watching her.
    "You're really something, Angel."
    "I've been told," she said wryly, glancing over her shoulder. She gave him a little shake of her ass before sliding her underwear back on.
    "You sure you've got to leave now?"
    "Very." She zipped her jeans and turned around to face him as she pulled her shirt on, pocketing her bra instead of putting it on.
    She wanted to get back into bed with this rough man instead but she didn't show it. She'd taught countless witnesses how to hide everything, from their identities to their feelings. It stood to reason she'd be a pro at it herself.
    He was obviously practiced as well, proving so when, instead of attempting to get her phone number, he simply said, "I'm taking you out. Tomorrow night."
    "You're lucky I like bossy guys."
    He gave a slow, lazy smile—king of the jungle who could afford to pretend he had patience. "You know Henry's? A couple of blocks from the bar."
    "I'm familiar with it."
    "I'd pick you up, but I'm betting you'd rather meet me there. Nine o'clock."
    "You'd win that bet." She paused. "I am looking forward to a ride on your bike."
    He laughed, a throaty growl that hit between her legs. "Anytime, Angel. See you tomorrow."

Chapter Four
    R olling in at odd hours of the morning wasn't anything new for her, but by ten that morning, Abby was exhausted. Hung over. Even so, her body managed to hum with the vibrancy that only good sex could bring. The pleasant twinge of soreness between her legs served to remind her that nothing beat orgasms for stress relief.
    She'd stopped by the office briefly, then checked in with Mary, who'd started her new job that day. For eight blissful hours or more, Mary would be someone else's problem. Unless she got fired, which was entirely possible. Abby'd had witnesses in the past who hadn't been able to make it through their first real hour of honest-to-goodness employment.
    By the time Abby got home around noon, she was stripping, toeing off her shoes and heading for bed. She juggled her coffee, which was apparently useless for its intended purpose of fueling her body ( you had one job, coffee ), and the mail she'd collected from the overflowing box.
    She dumped the latter on the kitchen table, prepared to leave it. But the familiar handwriting caught her eye and for a long moment she froze, not wanting to touch the innocuous brown envelope with her name scrawled across it.
    During another time, she'd be excited to open it. Now, she was reluctant to touch the damned thing. She moved closer, edging it out from under the electric bill to check the postmark and noted that there was none. As per usual for Ethan.
    Yet, it arrived within twenty-four hours of Ethan's first phone call to her in months. This perfect confluence of events was no coincidence.
    She put the coffee down and began to page through the papers in front of her, not wanting to believe what she was seeing, but unable to look away.
    The first thing she saw were the photographs—graphic, bloody, full-color photos of murdered men. Crime scene photos, except these were obviously pre-police involvement. These were pictures taken by a voyeur.
    Pictures taken by a killer. They were slanted, done that way to throw the viewer as off-balance as possible.
    As if the images within