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Worgan swallowed as if he had a big rock in his throat.“Sad.He didn’t seem like a bad sort.”
While Worgan tended to the new customers, Con twisted toward Rey, maneuvered her chin until she faced him, and kissed her.When she gasped, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.He stroked and licked, wanting more but not pushing it.
Although she leaned toward him, moaning, when he withdrew, she slapped his arm and adjusted her jacket.
Despite her smack, he gave her a warm smile that pinkened her cheeks.Rey liked his lips more than she let on.
When the shifter returned, Con said, “My girlfriend and I think there might be others killed in the same way.What do you think?”
“I think I’m a bartender who minds his own business.”
“Love, give Worgan a card in case he wants to call us later.”
Rey broke loose from Con’s grasp, drew a card out of her pocket, and handed it to the bartender.All the while, her fierce, narrow-eyed glare was levied on him, but he shrugged as if a detective was no biggie.And who knows, Worgan may have pegged her as a cop from the start.
Without warning, Con jacked off the barstool and sped toward the shadowy corner.No one was there.It was empty.But he smelled wolf.A familiar scent, masked by a heavy dose of men’s cologne, but he couldn’t place it.
Shaking his head because he didn’t like puzzles, Con rejoined Rey.When he fisted his glass, he nearly shattered it.
“Problem?”she asked.
“Maybe.”
Rey swallowed a few sips of her drink, proclaiming she was returning when she wasn’t on the job.Con chugged his, seeing no reason not to imbibe.Hell.It might help his focus.They left.
Chapter Eight
“We still have time to interview the ex-wife,” said Rey.She grabbed Con’s arm, slipping hers through the crook of his elbow.“What was the kiss for?”
“For me.It added to the play that you were my girlfriend, not just a detective.”
“Well, don’t do it again.”
“Not even if you beg?”
“I won’t be begging.”
