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He was a man—always in control.
    Then what had happened? He cursed and got off the couch, heading for the refrigerator and a cold beer. The back door opened, and his relief agent entered.
    “Did you get anything yet?” Eugene Hurley asked. He was a young guy, new to the team, and gung-ho to make his mark by capturing Somner.
    “We’re hooked up to the girl’s phone. It’s bound to tell us something,” Trent said and applied the opener to two bottles of beer.
    Eugene looked at him and shook his head. “Man, this is small-town America big-time. What would a guy like Mannie Somner be doing down here?”
    “Hiding out,” Trent said curtly.
    “So, what about this Spencer dame? She’s a looker. What’s she doing with an old man like that?”
    “He’s got money. Dames always go for money.” Trent swigged down his beer and wished Eugene would find something else to talk about.
    “Well, I was thinking,” Eugene said, totally oblivious to the fact he was annoying his partner. He just wanted to make points. “What if she’s his daughter?”
    Trent snapped his head around to stare at the younger agent, while a feeling slid through him that he didn’t want to acknowledge as a glimmer of hope. It didn’t make any difference. She was connected to Somner, and that made her off limits. He emptied his bottle and placed it back in the container, everything neat and precise while inside his heart pounded a mile a minute.
    “Man, you need to go lay down,” Eugene observed. “You look like you just got kicked by a mule.”
    “Yeah, I didn’t sleep well last night,” Trent said, because it was true. He’d spent too much of the night thinking about Sera Spencer and the soft lush body she’d offered. Well, now he’d tasted her wares, so he could move on and forget her except as a means of bringing down Mannie Somner. The trouble was, one taste wasn’t always enough.

 
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Waking up the second time in one morning was infinitely more pleasant than it had been the first time, Sera thought, stretching. Since it was almost twelve, it hardly qualified as morning. Save for herself, her bed was empty, and she was rather glad. It would have been awkward to have faced her Incubus after all the things they’d done to each other. Thinking back over her morning’s activities, she pressed a hand to her mouth to hold back a giggle. What was happening to her? She wasn’t the giggly sort. Back to reality.
    She threw aside the covers and headed for the bathroom, pausing to peer around the door, just in case her visitor hadn’t left but was showering or something. She felt a moment of disappointment, then relief as she stepped under a warm rain shower and soaped herself up. The soreness between her legs reminded her she was no longer a virgin, and she smiled at the luscious memories.
    Okay, so again, her sisters were right! She wondered if her own private Incubus would be returning anytime soon, and the thought made her pause. What if he didn’t come back? What if this was it? What would happen to her and her newfound sensuality? She couldn’t go back to being a curious virgin. She knew now what it was all about, and she wanted more, lots more. Concern that Jack Trent wouldn’t be returning took away the pleasure of her shower. She turned off the water and reached for a towel. Damn, there were always complications.
    How long had her sisters arranged for him to be with her? What could she do to make him stay longer? She didn’t even know how to get in touch with him. Of course, she could use her witchy resources, but she wanted to try the conventional way first. An idea came to her, and she smiled. Wrapped in a towel, she hurried back to her bedroom and picked up the mobile on her night table. She looked up the number she’d called before for a plumber and waited. The phone rang so many times she was about to hang up when someone answered.
    “Hello?” a masculine voice said tentatively.
    At first, her