"Had dinner with him." He raised an eyebrow. "And if we're going to get all nosy, how about Quinn and Kellen?"

"Quinn's still off hunting demons, and you know Kellen's the reason I was late this morning." I smiled, remembering our early morning chat over my quick breakfast. "He wants to whisk me away somewhere secluded next weekend."

Rhoan grinned. "That man is determined to pry you away from your vampire, isn't he?"

Most definitely. And when the result of his determination was a really good time for me, who could actually complain? "I said no to the weekend because of the case, but I said yes to a three-week holiday somewhere exotic afterward. Jack owes me time off."

"Man, that'll piss Quinn off no end." And Rhoan's grin suggested this was no bad thing. He and Quinn might be friends, but my brother was more than a little annoyed with Quinn's behavior over recent months.

Not that he particularly wanted me to be dating him in the first place.

"Quinn left me stranded in the middle of Airport West and hasn't said boo since. He can go take a long jump off a short pier, for all I care right now."

Rhoan chuckled. "I love it when you two argue. It's always such fun watching the shit fly."

"Glad we're amusing you." I grabbed a dark green handbag then walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "You take care, big brother."

"You too. And don't forget the condoms if you're pretending to be human. Wolves may be resistant to sexually transmitted diseases but humans aren't, and he may think it strange if you allow sex without raincoats."

I grinned and patted the side of my handbag. "Bought them before. Ribbed, studded, and ice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Ice?"

"Blurb says they give a sensation that increases body heat and feels like ice at the same time. I'll let you know if they're worth the effort."

"Please do. I'm always looking for a new experience."

"Heard that about you."

He swatted my rear. "Be polite to your elders. And get going, before you're unfashionably late."

I went.

The rain was still pelting down and the roads were slick Of course, that didn't stop idiots tearing past at a hundred miles an hour I found myself wishing time and again I had a cop light to stick on the roof, just to scare the bastards.

By the time I'd found parking and splashed my way to the restaurant, I was about fifteen minutes late The ma?tre d' met me at the door, helped me out of the soggy coat, then led me to a rear table where Jin waited. He stood up as I approached, revealing a dark blue suit and a pale gray shirt that looked absolutely smashing against his complexion. His gaze swept my length and came back full of heated approval.

I grinned and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. His skin was satiny smooth against my lips, his aftershave a delicious mix of exotic woods, lime, and tangerine. "Lovely to see you again."

He smiled, waiting until the ma?tre d' had settled me before sitting down himself "They actually asked me to work a second shift tonight I said no way."

"I'm glad."

"So am I." He looked up as the table waiter approached "Would you like a drink? A white wine, perhaps?"

"Perfect."

And really, the wine, the food, and the company were all that and more We chatted about everything and anything, teasing and flirting and generally having a good time. I liked him - liked his sense of humor, the way he effortlessly moved the conversation from one topic to another. Even the brief silences were comfortable. I kept putting off questioning him until the desserts were cleared and I could delay no longer.

"So," I said, swirling the wine around gently in my glass. I'd probably had a little more than I should have - I could feel the warm buzz running through my veins. Or maybe that was just the excited hum of my hormones. "Tell me, what do you actually do for a living?"

As I asked the question, I lowered my shields and reached out with my mind, carefully feeling for his thoughts. But I hit a protective wall as strong as anything I'd come across in the past - only it didn't feel like the natural shields of a psychic.

Oddly enough, it didn't feel like a nanowire, either. The nanowires were the latest development in nanotechnology and protected the wearer against psychic intrusion. I didn't know how they actually worked, but I did know that they were somehow powered by the heat of the body and offered up an extremely faint electronic tingle when in use.

So if his shields weren't natural and weren't technological, what were they? What else was there?

I didn't know, but I sure as hell intended to find out.

Tags: Keri Arthur Riley Jenson Guardian Fantasy
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