Why These Two
Aren’t they sweet, though?”
    Darryl lifted his head. “Guys. A little privacy, please?”
    “Privacy?”
    “For me and the lady. Now.”
    “Where do you want us to go?”
    “Go knock some Hunter heads together. You forgetting them?”
    “Oh. Yeah.”
    “No…need. I handled…two. Lost. One. Bastard. He got away.”
    Huffs of breath accompanied the words, announcing the arrival of Roger. Reika rubbed her face along Darryl’s collar. She’d never have believed such a reaction if it hadn’t just happened. And to her? Sweet Freya! She’d never acted so spontaneously or out of character. She should be embarrassed, yet she wouldn’t give up the feel of Darryl stroking her back for anything. She nuzzled her nose into his neck.
    “And just who are you?” One of the twins asked it.
    “Roger Stanislav. And you two have to be the Icelandic twins, no doubt.”
    “What makes you say that?”
    “Lucky guess,” Roger replied.
    Darryl chuckled, moving her. Reika tightened her hold on him. Fitted her breasts right against his pecs and hugged. Reveled. Gloried.
    “Guys?”
    The word rumbled through him, transferred into her, and started a vibration that just kept growing.
    “Yeah Darryl?”
    “Privacy. Now.”
    “Where do you want us to go? I mean…it’s not like we can’t see.”
    “Can you guys fly, too?” Roger asked.
    “Well, yeah. It’s a vampire thing.”
    “Cool.”
    “You want to join us? We could change you. You’d fly, too.”
    “Uh…how about I take a rain check?”
    “Gentlemen.”
    Darryl spoke again, this time using a voice that carried authority. She’d heard he’d been a Master Sergeant. Right now, he sounded it.
    “Sir.” Three voices answered in unison.
    “We have a vehicle, don’t we?”
    “New SUV. 3.0 liter, bi-turbo diesel. Really sweet ride,” Roger answered.
    “Then go fetch it. All of you.”
    “I get to drive.”
    “No way, Ethel. You can’t drive your way out of a barn.”
    “Can, too. And don’t call me Ethel. I’m warning you.”
    “Just what are you going to do about it?”
    “Leg wrestle. Now. Or…when we reach the automobile. You! Roger. You any good at refereeing?”
    “Uh…”
    Sounds of a scuffle started. Reika giggled. Darryl’s arms tightened.
    “Man. I thought they’d never leave. I feel like I’ve been babysitting. Are they always like that?”
    She nodded. “More times than not.”
    “Figures. Listen. Um…we should probably search out the missing Hunter.”
    “He doesn’t matter.”
    “It might be the leader fellow…that Chester Beethan. You can’t let him get away.”
    “It still doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Darryl?”
    “Yeah?”
    Reika ran a thumb along his cheek. Met his eyes. Her heart lurched. It matched his. Exactly.
    “You called me some endearments earlier. On the phone.”
    He swallowed audibly. She heard it.
    “Oh. Yeah. Those.”
    “You want to elaborate?”
    He pulled in a large breath, moving her with it. And then he spoke, sounding a little wobbly.
    “We have to talk. About…this mating thing. Uh...”
    She stopped moving. Thinking. Everything. She wasn’t going to miss a word of this declaration for the world.
    “Yes?”
    Her lips trembled. The sensation moved to encompass her entire body as she waited. Tensed.
    “It’s forever, right? I mean, there’s no going back. Ever. Once you turn me…that’s it. Right?”
    Please, don’t let that sound like a no. Please…?
    She nodded. She didn’t dare try and speak. Not with the way this was headed. She was amazed her heart still beat. Painfully. Harshly.
    He blew a sigh, ruffling her bangs with it.
    “Well. Hell. You’ve got the best-run organization I’ve ever seen. I could be a recruit, too. Yes? I mean, I’m good with a blade; fair with everything else. And I’m not one for sitting around on my butt. Plus there’s that immortality stuff. I could do worse.”
    “Is that…all?”
    He grinned. Her heart dove.
    “No. That’s not all. I might as

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