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I was so tired.
Ethan reached over and squeezed his hand. You saved my life.
Conor frowned. It was Avani who tied off the bullet wound, not
me.
True, but if you hadn t got Craig s attention, he would have shot
me while I was shifting.
He shrugged. It was nothing. Though I have to ask, why did you
shift?
Ethan sighed and laid back. Calculated risk. We were pretty well
matched in human forms, and I knew I could shift faster than he
could. Plus, I can take more damage as a wolf.
It nearly got you killed.
He nodded. Good thing you were there, then.
Conor smiled. The police have him now. They were here earlier,
asking questions, and I guess they ll be back soon.
As if on cue, the door opened, and two officers walked in. Ethan
sighed.
Mister Stevenson? Are you okay to answer a few questions?
Ethan chewed his lip. Can I get a few minutes first? Some things
I need to tell my boyfriend, here. I ll call you in when I m done.
The officers disappeared without a word, and Ethan turned to a
grinning Conor.
Boyfriend, hmm?
Ethan felt himself colour. Yeah, well, after all we ve been
through, you still haven t run off screaming. I think you re a safe bet.
He sighed. I know I m not the most romantic person on the planet,
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and it s hard for me to open up, but I really like you, Conor, and I
think...
Conor leaned in and kissed him, his lips warm against Ethan s.
For a few seconds, the pain in his arm disappeared, and everything
was right with the world. Conor broke the kiss, pulling back a few
inches.
You re worth sticking around for.
Ethan smiled and pulled Conor close for another kiss, more
forceful this time. When he broke, he reached over and pulled the IV
from his arm.
What are you doing? Conor asked, frowning. You need that.
I m already on the mend. And besides, it ll get in the way.
Conor cocked his head. Of what?
Ethan grinned. We ve got at least ten minutes before the police
knock on the door.
Conor grinned back and reached for the zipper on his pants.
Time enough for a quickie?
Definitely.
126 JC Holly
Chapter Fifteen
Conor dropped into his office chair and thumped his feet onto his
shiny new desk.
Phillip, his now ex-boss, hadn t been pleased to hear that he
wouldn t be returning to his old job, but Conor had thought long and
hard about it, and decided he d rather not return. Too many memories
of his old life. Not that they were all negative, far from it. He just felt
he needed a new start.
Yup. He dropped his legs back to the floor and shuffled a loose
pile of papers. New beginning, starting now.
His cell phone began to ring. The caller display said Michelle.
He sighed and picked up the phone. It was as if she knew he was
happy, and had to spoil it. She started instantly, this time. He d been
avoiding her calls for two weeks, ever since the Craig stuff. She
obviously had been saving up her bile the whole time and went
straight to abuse, skipping sarcasm completely.
He held the phone from his ear until she slowed. You done?
Before she could reply, he went on. I ve had enough, Michelle.
You ve been calling and calling, and making my life miserable for too
damn long. It s going to stop.
Oh, no it s not, she snarled through the earpiece. I m not even
star
You re done, he said. You call me again, I call the police. You
keep calling after that, and I ll file a restraining order. Good-bye.
He hung the phone up and then switched it off. It wouldn t work
immediately, he knew, and he probably would have to get someone
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else involved, but it would stop eventually. He was a new man, now,
and Michelle was his past, not his future.
Personal calls during office hours, Mister Black?
Conor glanced up in surprise. He hadn t heard the door to the
office open. Won t happen again. Promise, Sir.
Sir... Ethan leaned over and placed his hands on the desk. I like
the sound of that.
Well, you are in charge, after all.
He grinned and dropped into the seat opposite Conor s. So,
settling in okay?
So far, so good. He gestured to the office that had been a third
of the storeroom until recently. I even have a window.
Granted, the window had a view of the brick wall on the opposite
side of the alley, but the company more than made up for it. The work
was easy, too. He was used to accounting for big business clients, so
an average-sized bar was a cakewalk. It was a shorter commute, too.
Ethan smiled back at him. The wound had long healed to the point
where the only hint it had existed was a small scar the size of a five
cent piece. It was currently hidden under a tight shirt that showed off
every one of Ethan s muscles. Yum.
So, Sir, Conor said, as he straightened in his chair a little.
How s business?
It s pretty slow right now. Won t get busy for an hour or so, yet.
That a fact? Conor kicked his shoes off under the desk.
Yup. Though you re going to be very busy until then.
I am?
Yup. Ethan stood and began to unbuckle his belt. Very busy.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JC lives in the south of England and spends the free hours of each
day reading, writing, and indulging various other hobbies, in the
company of Tuna the cat. JC has been writing for several years now,
and refuses to acknowledge proper house attire, or people who say
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