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her whiskey, her eyes flicking to his lips. A quick meeting of skin, maybe a little spit exchanged. It’s no big deal .
    She set her glass down, braced a boot on the cross bar of her stool and rose slightly. His lips felt hot against hers, sending tiny flutters of excitement across the skin of her face. She dropped back onto her stool, hoping her expression didn’t betray that excitement. “Why would these people want me dead?”
    “Because you’re about to become something important.” He smiled, head tilting to the right. “Pay up.”
    She obeyed, trying to ignore her reaction to the contact with him and realizing she needed to formulate better questions. He silently watched as she settled again, his lips curved in the faintest of smiles.
    “What did you mean by ‘Awakening?’”
    “It’s a rebirth of sorts. You’ll become what you are meant to be.”
    “I want answers, not riddles,” she snapped.
    “Then ask the right questions. Pay up.” This time, he licked her bottom lip.
    A quivering thread of desire shot from there to her groin, prompting her to blurt out the next question without much thought. “What are you?”
    “No more human than you are.”
    She was too busy gaping at his matter-of-fact tone to resist when he leaned across to take advantage of her surprise. After a lingering exploration of her mouth, he straightened. “Now you’re starting to ask the right questions, but I’m not answering any more in public.”
    Morgan slipped off her stool, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the bar while her legs shook. “Then we’ll go outside.”
    Cal collected the bottle and glasses. “Can’t carry alcohol out of the building. We’ll go upstairs.”
    Being alone with him seemed like a terrible, wonderful idea. She licked her lips. “No.”
    “Your choice. If you change your mind, it’s up those stairs, first door on the right.” He nodded at the staircase at the end of the bar before walking away.
    She watched, chewing on her bottom lip. Not human? Awakening?
    He knew someone was trying to kill her, but how could he know that? Unless...
    The tang of blood interrupted her thoughts. She’d bitten down too hard, a canine stabbing into soft flesh. Licking the spot, Morgan felt a trickle of fear as the blood stopped welling and the tiny wound sealed.
    It was completely gone–healed. Only a coppery aftertaste remained.
    Calhoun knew the answers. She was going to get them, even if she had to beat or fuck them out of him.
    Decision made, she headed for the stairway.

    C al set the glasses and bottle down on the black metal and glass coffee table, not turning as she halted in the doorway. “Nice view.”
    “I like to keep an eye on things when I’m here. Have a seat.” He didn’t wait for her, settling close to one end of the blood red couch and picking up his glass. The black carpet muffled her footsteps, and Cal half-expected her knife to make another appearance when she paused behind him for a few seconds.
    It didn’t. She walked around to sit at the opposite end, ignoring her glass in favor of watching the dancers below. “So, you like to watch. Pretty sure that makes you some kind of pervert.”
    He chuckled. “Maybe it means I like to stay aware of my surroundings.”
    “Is there a reason you need to?”
    “About a few million or so.” He let a few seconds pass. “Pay up.”
    “That wasn’t...”
    “It was a question, and the deal is a kiss for each answer. Refuse to pay, no more answers.”
    Morgan scowled, turning her head. “You’re a dick.”
    “I prefer ‘business man’.” He shrugged, lifting his glass for a drink. It went flying as she turned, planting her right knee on the couch while knocking it out of his grasp. Cal didn’t react as she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. She was on him instantly, her shins digging into his thighs, the sides of her feet bracing against the insides of his knees.
    A thin, cool line pressed into his throat.