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My heart skips a beat. “Elliott.”

“Not being able to touch you was killing me. And then you started talking about some other guy getting you pregnant, and I was pissed.” I hold up a hand. “I know I had no right. I don’t understand it. But that’s the truth. So, romance? Yeah, I’d be down for that. Dating. Spending time together outside of work.”

She stares up at me, pretty blue eyes hard to read in the moonlight. But she’s standing close, almost touching, and when she tilts up her face, there’s no force on earth strong enough to stop me from pressing my lips to hers.

They’re as soft and sweet as I imagined, and I take my time, nibbling and exploring. Her lips part, just a little, but I’m not one of those guys who needs to stuff his tongue down a woman’s throat the minute we touch. There’s a time and a place for that, for sure, but this isn’t it.

Right now, I just want to get to know her. Touch her. Drink in her sweetness.

I pull her close, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to gather her hair because the wind has picked up and it’s whipping her in the face. A soft moan escapes her as I fist her hair, and I glance down.

“You like when I pull your hair?”

“Mm, yes.” Her expression is equal parts playful and aroused.

Good to know.

“Be careful what you ask for, princess.”

She reaches up, winds her arms around my neck and this time she kisses me. Ironically, she doesn’t appear to be in a hurry to stuff her tongue down my throat either. She merely presses her lips to mine and then playfully nips my lower lip. Our mouths move together again, and now she’s fully in my arms, lush body pressed to mine.

Her breasts feel soft and warm against my chest, and I can only imagine what this will be like without the barrier of our clothes. For now, I’m stupidly happy just having her in my arms. Finally. It feels like I’ve been waiting years for this.

Maybe I have.

I let one hand drift down, cupping her round ass, and I squeeze. Fuck, this is going to be so much fun when we finally get naked.

A faint buzzing in my pocket interrupts us and I grunt in annoyance. Luckily, it stops, and I go back to kissing her.

Then her phone starts to ring, playing the theme song to “Hawaii Five-0.”

“That’s the emergency ring tone,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Shit.” I yank my phone out of my pocket while she answers hers.

“Hello? Courtney?” I can’t hear what Courtney is saying but she stiffens and then responds, “Oh, no.”

Then I look down at the row of texts from Daniil.

DANIIL: Where are you? We have a situation.

DANIIL: Court told me you and Luna are out on a date—I’m sorry to interrupt but I need you to call in. There’s been another incident with one of the Demons’ girls.

DANIIL: Court is calling Luna but I really need you to check in.

Shit.

I quickly call him back. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Another one of the club’s girls is dead.”

Chapter Thirteen

Luna

I can’t hear what Daniil is saying since Rage’s phone is between his ear and shoulder, but he’s already moving, one hand holding his shoes, the other holding on to me. I have long legs but his are longer and I have to hurry to keep up. To his credit, he’s still talking to Daniil but he stops when we get to the sidewalk and we both dust the sand off our feet before putting our shoes back on.

“Come on.” He tugs my hand as we hurry back toward the restaurant.