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about anything I can think of.”
    “Yeah? Well, keep it up. I’m getting halfway warm for the first time all day.”
    “My temperature’s been up ever since you took off all that sexy thermal underwear and those battery-operated socks.”
    Claire laughed at him again, but the sound died away as he turned her around and pressed his mouth down on her naked shoulder, and in a very warm and eager way, too. Black knew full well where to find her major and most titillate-able erogenous zones, especially that spot on her shoulder that always made her go weak in the knees and in other places, too. Oh, yeah, he used that knowledge often and expertly in order to get her all turned on, and as fast as possible, at that. It was working admirably, yet again. She moaned with the keenest sort of pleasure, could not help it, as his lips moved up the side of her throat and settled over her mouth again. Thus and therefore, they had at it with lots of feeling and a plethora of it’s-been-way-way-too-long carnal enthusiasm. He pulled her onto his lap facing him, and she slid her arms around his neck and entwined her fingers into his hair. His mouth attacked hers with renewed interest, and she responded with equal alacrity, or at least she did until her telephone started ringing.
    “Don’t even think about it,” Black murmured against her throat.
    “Sorry. Got to,” she muttered, reluctantly disentangling herself, not exactly thrilled about the interruption herself, and yes, just when it was getting good. She left Black muttering under his breath and grabbed her phone off the ledge and looked at Caller ID. “It’s Bud. What the hell? He just dropped me off. Something must be wrong.”
    “Damn it,” Black said, seriously not lark-happy anymore. “Tell him we’re busy.”
    Claire ignored him. “What’s up, Bud? You okay?”
    “Buck just called. We definitely got us a homicide. He says it looks like every bone in that poor guy’s body is broken and in ways that couldn’t be caused by any kind of fall. He said it’s god awful what somebody did to him.”
    “Man, that’s just sick. Is the body still frozen solid?”
    “Frozen solid? What body?” That was Black, moving up behind her and pulling her back up against his chest.
    Claire concentrated on what Bud was saying, but it took some effort as Black took some more than welcome liberties with his hands. Bud was still talking and she tried her best to listen. “It’s still frozen, but Buck can see compound fractures, and he says it looks like there’s gonna be a ton of ’em. He can’t perform the autopsy until tomorrow. He’s gonna call us. Just wanted you to know we’re back on homicide for sure. Charlie already pulled us off traffic for good. Thank God.”
    “Okay, great. Thanks for letting me know.”
    Black stopped what he was doing and said, “Please tell me that you’re not going out again tonight.”
    “I’m not going out again tonight.”
    “Did I hear something rather unpleasant about somebody’s body being frozen?”
    “Yeah, we found a homicide victim out at Ha Ha Tonka. Frozen to the bottom of the cliffs, half in and half out of the water. Wanna hear the gory details?”
    “Later. I’m not finished warming you up yet.”
    Claire was feeling pretty damn warm by now, hot even, but she wanted him to touch her as much as he wanted to, which was their usual state of affairs. She turned around and pressed herself up against him. “Okay, now, where were we?”
    He showed her where they were, and it felt very good, and she felt very happy that he was back home and things were heating up so well. Because tomorrow was not going to be quite as pleasant as tonight. In fact, it was probably gonna be downright ghoulish and stomach-turning and horrible. Yep, just another typical day at work.
     
     
     
    Blood Brothers
     
     
     
    After the fight was over, they carried the poor kid named Hardnose to Loser Land, and just left him lying there, groaning and