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appealed to him on so many different levels. He could feel the pull between them and wanted to get closer.
    Unfortunately, his mate didn’t feel the same way.
    He also knew that two people refusing to make something work was a disaster waiting to happen. If neither of them budged, then they would get nowhere. Turi didn’t want that to happen. He was just at a loss of how to make Carmine open up to him. What would it take for Carmine to accept that they were mates and fated to be together?
    Carmine pushed away from his desk and grabbed the file he had been working on. “I’m going to file these papers. Don’t move.”
    Once Carmine was out of sight, Turi moved from the chair beside the desk, to the chair behind the desk. He was curious to know exactly what a detective did. Well, there was only one way to find out. Turi decided to get nosey so he began to open drawers.
    His eyes widened he saw two shiny bracelets attached to one another. He picked the set up, running his fingers over the shiny chrome. The two bracelets weren’t as fancy as the one already on Turi’s wrist, but he would trade the one he possessed if it meant he could shimmer again.
    Glancing around, Turi checked to make sure no one was watching him. He closed the bracelet over his wrist and clicked it closed. Who on earth would wear something like this? It was clunky and not very attractive. Deciding that he didn’t like it, Turi tried to take the bracelet off.
    It wouldn’t open.
    He tugged and pulled, but the bracelet wouldn’t budge. Great, that was all he needed, another bracelet clamped tight on his wrist.
    “Why are you in my chair?”
    Turi quickly hid his wrist behind his back and smiled up at Carmine who was standing there scowling at him with those pretty café-brown eyes. “No reason,” he said quickly.
    Carmine’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at him before waving toward the other chair. “Sit over there so I can finish my work.”
    Turi stood and backed away, taking the long way around the chair so his mate wouldn’t see what he had done. He sat in the chair next to the desk and leaned back, trapping his arm behind him. How the hell was he going to get the bracelet off of his wrist? Carmine was sure to notice them missing sooner or later.
    Why would his mate have them in his drawer? The two bracelets were connected by a short chain. That made no sense to him. Turi had never seen anything like them and now he wished that he hadn’t been so dang nosey. What in the heck was he going to do?
    Turi watched another man approach Carmine’s desk. The guy dropped a file in front of his mate. “Dead guy over on Route 303.”
    Carmine stood, grabbing the file. He glanced at Turi and then down at the folder in his hand. There was confusion in Carmine’s café-brown eyes. He could tell the man was debating something. In that moment, Turi had an urge to run his fingers over the beard Carmine had on his face. Did his mate know how handsome he was? Turi wasn’t sure why he was thinking these thoughts. It could be the way his mate’s muscles flexed as he stood there or the fact that he towered over Turi. He never knew he liked such big men until he had met Carmine.
    “Maybe I should drop you back off at the Lakelands’.”
    Turi quickly stood, keeping his hand behind his back. He didn’t want to be dropped off at the Lakelands’. Turi was determined to crack Carmine’s tough shell. He was beginning to suspect that maybe it wasn’t him, but something else that made Carmine so standoffish. Whatever the reason, he wouldn’t be able to get close to his mate if he wasn’t near him. “I won’t get in the way,” he quickly promised.
    Carmine shook his head and Turi feared the man wouldn’t take him along. “I’m not supposed to take civilians to a crime scene.”
    “But I’m not a civilian. I’m fey.” He lifted his hair to show Carmine his pointy ear and realized his mistake a little too late. The bracelet that wasn’t attached dangled