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charities benefited the
homeless in her section of town. And with her help, they were slowly, steadily,
cleaning up the neighborhood. But it wasn’t enough, not when the Talsons
continued to flood the area with Majesty.
    A cart banged into hers and she started.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I…well, hello again.” Her visitor from
earlier in the day stood behind a grocery cart filled with meats, fruits and
veggies. And a ton of junk food. “Fancy running into you here. I’m Luke Drowe,
by the way.”
    For all that he worked for the Talsons, this man had so much
charm, so much joy sparkling in his dark eyes, that she was hard-pressed to
remain cold toward him.
    “Interesting menu you have there.”
    He shrugged and pushed his cart next to hers, as if they
were old friends. “Some manly food for the guys. That’d be the meat and the
processed stuff. The fruit and veggies are for me.”
    She felt a slow pull toward his smile and deliberately moved
her cart an inch to her right.
    “What?” he asked, as if wounded. “You don’t like bananas?”
    She chuckled, unable to help herself. “You’re full of
yourself, aren’t you?”
    “Not me. I’m all for laughs and having fun.” His expression
suddenly turned serious. “Now you, I wouldn’t mind being so full of you.”
    The shift in attitude threw her, as did the sudden flare of
heat inside her. Her womb clenched and her heart raced. What the hell?
    She stared up into his eyes and watched the silver overtake
the whites, obliterating the irises and pupils until the orbs glowed. “Your
eyes,” she rasped, having seen the same look in Trotter’s gaze while Sheila
pleasured him.
    “You are so damn hot,” he whispered and blinked several
times until his eyes returned to normal.
    A sudden image of him binding her to a bed with velvet
scarves before he stripped her naked and kissed her, everywhere , flashed
into her mind’s eye. She blinked at him in surprise.
    He shuttered his gaze. “Reading my mind without an
invitation, hmm? Did you like the velvet straps? Or would you prefer something
in silk?” He grinned, a smile of pure, unadulterated lust that shook her to the
core.
    She stammered, not sure how he knew what she’d seen. She
normally had a dampening effect on those with psychic talents. “I—I— What are
you talking about?”
    “Nothing. Maybe I’ll show you sometime instead.”
    She couldn’t help looking down his frame when he stepped
around his cart, closer to her. The sight of a good-sized bulge straining his
trousers made her mouth water. He chuckled, and she fought her embarrassment as
she focused on her milk in the cart.
    “Oh, Tara, we’re definitely going to be spending some
quality time together, I just know it.”
    Scowling for having succumbed to his charms when she knew
better, she stiffened. “Keep to the Talsons and stay away from me. I don’t need
your kind of trouble.”
    Except she did want his kind of trouble. There was
more to Luke Drowe than it seemed. Charming, handsome and funny. Yet he worked
for the bad guys.
    She steered her cart away and tried to calm her breathing.
When a man looked as good as that one did and projected that kind of heat, any
woman would be hell-bent on finding a way closer to that mess. As much as she
wished it were different, she knew if she hadn’t walked away just then, she
might have offered him a drink at her place.
    A drink that would spiral down a dark path toward sex,
fulfillment and more orgasms than she could handle. Tara had grown up sheltered
thanks to Mannie. The few lovers she’d had had been nice but dull, not very
adventurous or satisfying. What she knew of the seedier side of life she could
attribute to what she’d seen of Trotter in the shipyard, and the vids she’d
snuck from Mannie’s place that he didn’t know she had. The games, the bondage,
the forbidden sex, oral and anal, had contributed to her randy dreams for
years. But fantasies could only take a girl so far.
    She glanced back