Archive for December, 2009

Between Jake’s ebullience and the curves beneath Harris’ oversized shirt, Shane’s emotionless calm shuddered. Getting his crystal back was paramount, so he focused and made the void hold.
“Was there something that you wanted?” The woman was clearly less than pleased to see him.
“Yes,” Shane replied. Harris blinked from the flatness of his voice. Safe in
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The weekend after Shane had had his way with Harris was his most productive since Jake was born. His son, Lynn, and the Brit bitch went on a mini-vacation. Even though he was supposed to have Jake for the weekend, Shane had agreed because Jake wanted to go. “We’re gonna see the Galapagrows!” he’d crowed,
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Addison teleported directly to the bathroom in her quarters. Tossing her bundle of clothes aside, she turned the hot water in the shower full blast, stepped under the spray, and let her tears flow. It didn’t make any bloody sense. Why was she upset? She was better than this. Stronger.
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A nagging feeling that something was amiss nudged Addison awake. The bed felt wrong, and her quarters smelled different. Not bad, but not her home’s familiar scent. Ashlynn felt further away than she should, while Jake was close by when he should have been at Myers’.
Myers. Memories of the shagfest rushed back. Addison
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The bitch was good, both at the sexual cat-and-mouse game and maintaining leverage over him. Although Shane was eager to learn the thief’s identity and get his crystal back, it could wait a few hours longer.
Smart, Shane said as he leaned closer. We wouldn’t want just anyone getting that information. He traced the outside
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The evening had been all Jake’s. The tyke had earned it with Shane all but living at the lab while Harris searched for the thief’s identity. He and Jake had gone to the zoo, had cheeseburgers and fries for dinner, ice cream for dessert, then burned off a few of those calories playing basketball.
Comfortable on
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A repetitive buzz nudged Teague from slumber. Alarm clock, he realized, but was too sleepy and sated to do anything about it. Then the device silenced.
The sudden quiet woke Teague some more. He stretched, and sore muscles reminded him why he was so damned tired: Addison. Purring, he reached physically and
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