Just when I think I start to get an idea on who Kyle Ryders is, something always happens to completely mess it up.
I was sure I had him pegged this time…
And once again, I was wrong. 1
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“I thought you were tired?” Izzy asked as she pulled into a parking lot and eyed the building in front of her.3
“I was,” Kyle admitted. “Until you mentioned that Kitten wanted us to drop by.”4
“I have to work tomorrow,” Izzy grumbled as she got out of the car.5
Kyle stopped and looked at her. “You’re supposed to be seen with me,” he reminded her. “The sooner you get pegged as my girlfriend, the sooner you can catch whoever killed Laine, on my property I might add, which sort of still freaks me the hell out, and I’d appreciate you actually just not bitch about every frikkin’ thing that I say or do because it’s really starting to piss me off. I don’t like being pissed off about things because it annoys me, and when things annoy me, I tend to swear, which annoys me further, but I’m too tired to even swear.”6
Trying to figure out the parts of that run-on tirade, Izzy shook her head. “If I agree to go in, will you agree to never go off on a tangent like that again?”7
“Sure.”8
Following him, Izzy took one step into the club, and froze. Looking around, she couldn’t help but gape at the partially dressed women dancing on the stage, and those slightly more dressed serving drinks. 9
Catching up with Kyle, who was cutting a path across the floor, she grabbed his arm lightly. “Where are we?” she demanded.10
“Club Uncover,” he replied.11
“And your friend works here?”12
Frowning at the tone in her voice, Kyle turned and continued on to where he had been heading. Stopping by a woman whom Izzy recognized as a barely dressed Kitten, she watched as Kyle said a few things, then turned to walk back to where she was still standing. 13
“Come on,” he said, placing a hand on her arm. 14
“Where?”15
“Private dance, remember?” He pulled, but stopped when she didn’t budge. “Something wrong?” he asked. 16
“No.”17
Kyle sighed. “Look. Being a bouncer in this place was the first job I ever got when I moved here. Kitten was the first person to treat me like I was someone, and not just another dumb ass from the east coast who was chasing some stupid dream. She’s been a friend to me for nearly ten years, and…” He trailed off with a smile. “And I promised not to ramble, didn’t I?”18
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Looking through the personal effects of Laine Carmichael, aka, Michelle Lane, Detective Giovanni tried to find some link that would tie her to Heather Woodrow. For him, it didn’t make sense for anyone to target Laine for death. 20
Sighing, he picked up each small evidence bag and looked at the contents. Twisting a signet ring around, he placed it back on the table with the other items that had been on, or near, the body a few weeks previous. 21
Pulling out his cell phone as it rang, he quickly checked the call display before flipping the phone open. “Hey, Iz,” he said, then frowned. “I can barely hear you. Are you actually out clubbing?” His eyebrows shot up at her reply. “Uh, you do know that Club Uncover is a strip club, right?” Laughing, he shook his head. Izzy was about the last person he would ever expect to set foot in a strip club when she wasn’t there to bust the place. “Have enough fun for both of us. I couldn’t sleep, so I’m looking over the evidence collected from the Ryders’ estate. I’ll call you if I find anything.”22
Disconnecting the call, he slipped the cell back into his jacket pocket, and reached for another evidence bag. 23
Pausing as his hand passed over the small bag with the signet ring, he picked it up again and stared at it. ‘Algunas familias son elegidas’ was written on the outer rim of the ring, surrounding the numbers 02.08.89. 24
“Some families are chosen,” he whispered, translating the Spanish that was on the ring. Turning to the computer, he typed the numbers into a search engine, and read through the list of events that happened on both February 8, and August 2 of 1989. 25
Not finding anything that would have hinted to the reason for inclusion on a ring, he placed the jewelry back in with the remainder of the evidence, and put the lid back on top of the box. 26
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The curtain remained closed, sealing them off from the rest of the club. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Izzy looked back and forth at each sound, while trying to command herself to relax. 28
A barely dressed waitress entered, gave Izzy a polite smile, then did a double take when she realized who the man sitting on the chair by the couch was. Kyle smiled back, his eyes never straying lower than the woman’s neck. 29
Taking the proffered glass of ice water, Kyle paused for a moment while the waitress left, then tossed the contests into his own face. Hissing as the water did the trick of waking him, he shook the excess off and glanced at Izzy. 30
“I’d never forgive myself if I slept through one of Kitten’s routines,” he said with a slight smile. “And she’d never let me forget it, either.”31
“You’d sleep through a stripper’s routine?” Izzy asked in a low tone. 32
“I’d sleep through Armageddon if I was tired enough.” He sighed as she continued to squirm. “Sit still will you?” he said. “God, you act like you never had a lap dance before. You never had a lap dance before, have you?” he quickly added, finally clueing in. 33
“First time,” Izzy admitted.34
“Did you want to leave?”35
“Won’t your friend be offended?”36
“Naw,” he said, standing. “I’ll just go tell her that you want to drag me home to jump my body, and she’ll be fine.”37
“Sit. Down,” Izzy ordered. 38
“So, you’re not going to jump my body?” Kyle asked.39
“Why are you being such an obnoxious twit?”40
“Because… it’s fun,” he admitted, returning to his seat. 41
“I’m glad one of us is enjoying himself.”42
“Kitten?” Kyle called out loudly as he leaned back to look at the curtain. “Let’s get this show on the road!” Settling back in his seat, he tried to ignore Izzy… which was actually harder to do than he thought. 43
He wasn’t sure why he was going out of his way to push all her annoyance buttons, but found that he couldn’t stop himself. She just brought out the scoundrel in him, and he found himself saying and doing things that he wouldn’t normally do when with a woman. Hell, he’d never brought anyone to the club, ever. This was a part of his past that, although he acknowledged, he tried to keep it far from his dating life. 44
Izzy glanced up as the lights dimmed slightly and a slow, sensual music filtered from speakers in the walls and ceiling. A curtain parted slightly, admitting Kitten, who was decked out from head to toe in shiny black leather. 45
Exhaling in appreciation at the skintight outfit, Kyle leaned back further in his chair to get more comfortable for the show. His fatigue was a forgotten thing as Kitten started to sway to the music, and he was glad for the earlier splashing of icy water that was doing a miraculous job of keeping his body cool. 46
Glancing at Kyle, Izzy was surprised to see that, although watching intently, he didn’t seem stimulated by the dance. It was hot, no doubt about that, and she found herself falling for the atmosphere that was being woven by everything around her. 47
Pulling her leather top off slowly, Kitten shook her body along with the music, sending her firm body into a sensuous rhythm. Reaching a hand out, Kitten gently grabbed onto Kyle’s wrist, and pulled him to his feet. The surprise at her move was short lived as she ran a hand over his chest, nearly purring at the muscles her fingers danced over, and pushed him on to the couch beside where Izzy was sitting. 48
Izzy jumped in surprise at the event, and had to force herself from repositioning a little further on the couch. To her bigger surprise (and adding insult to injury), Kyle moved himself over so that there was a space between them. 49
Sighing in disgust, Kitten stopped dancing and waved for the music to be paused. Placing her arms on her hips, she glared at the pair. “What is your problem, Kyle?”50
Standing, he took a step towards her, took her gently by her upper arm and headed towards the wall that would part to give access to the backstage area of the building. He knocked on it with his knuckles, and then walked through when it opened. 51
Exhaling, he stopped and looked at Kitten, who was still topless. “Isobel and I are not together,” he began, then stopped. “Well, we’re supposed to act like we are, but-“52
“I was trying to loosen you both up,” Kitten interrupted, too used to the machinations of Hollywood to even question what Kyle had just told her. “So, you’re actually not together?”53
“Not technically, no.” 54
“Pity,” she said, running her finger over his chest again. “She’ll have no idea what she’s missing.”55
Shivering at the sensation, Kyle glanced at his midsection. “You, behave,” he warned his body, then looked at Kitten. “You behave, too.”56
Smiling as her fingers remained where they were, Kitten glanced back at the partially opened wall. “So, show’s over?”57
“Show’s over,” he agreed, regret in his voice. 58
“Your loss.”59
“Cold shower, and I’ll be fine.” Giving her a light kiss on the forehead, he jumped as a hand clamped onto his groin and gave a gentle squeeze. “Make that two cold showers,” he whispered, but made no move to distance himself from her hand.60
A gasp at the end of the corridor made him pull back in surprise, and he looked in time to see a woman with dark hair vanish around the corner. Hoping she wasn’t someone that recognized him, he pulled away from Kitten. Last thing he needed were pictures of him being felt up in a back hallway of a strip club. 61
Laughing, Kitten pulled on the top to her leather outfit, and zipped it closed. 62
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I did not just see that! 64
Laying flat against the wall so she wouldn’t be seen, Heather Woodrow tried to convince herself that she hadn’t accidentally walked in on Kyle being groped by the woman she had been following. 65
Earlier that day, after figuring out that the younger female with Kyle had been nothing more than most likely a business issue, Heather had decided to follow the woman he had kissed on the sidewalk. By keeping far enough back, Heather followed the woman to a small apartment building, then on to one of the more popular strip clubs in the area.
Since she knew virtually everything about the man, Heather knew this to be the place where Kyle had worked when first coming to California. That made her think that maybe this woman had been merely a friend of Kyle’s… a far too friendly friend. Hoping to catch up with her in the backstage area to ask about her relationship with Kyle, Heather slipped through the employees’ door and waited. 66
Unfortunately for the stripper, Heather heard Kyle’s voice, and looked around the corner in time to see the lil’ ol’ slut grab at her man. Worst of all, Kyle had made no move to get away, and actually looked like he was enjoying being fondled. 67
When she next looked, Kyle had gone, but the woman was standing in the hall, looking directly at her. Smirking, she turned and sashayed through another curtained area, more than likely back to seduce someone else’s man. 68
Not sure what to do about this newest problem, Heather ran a hand over her face as she exhaled in annoyance. First the one from the party who claimed to have once lived with Kyle, and had a ‘present’ to give him, and now… this! 69
Too upset to think straight, Heather grabbed the keys from her small purse, planning on going for a drive to clear her mind and figure out what to do about the issues that were quickly piling against her planned future with Kyle.70
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“Thanks for the lift.” Opening the door to the car and climbing out, Kyle paused when he realized that Izzy was still parked in his driveway. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he raised an eyebrow as she returned his stare. “What?”72
”I’d like to show the picture to your friends and see if they know Heather Woodrow.”73
“Whatever,” Kyle said with a nod. Waiting while Izzy joined him, he continued on to the house, mentally kissing away any chance he might have had of going to bed and sleeping for a day or two. 74
“Where the hell were you?” Liam asked the moment the door opened. His gaze shifted to Izzy, then back.75
“Gee, dad,” Kyle replied sarcastically as he made his way out of the alcove, “didn’t realize I had to call home and ask if I could stay out past nine.”76
“This is serious, Kyle.”77
“I called and left a message.” Kyle looked at Greg, who was sitting on the couch with Davy, watching a ballgame. “I interrupt something?”78
“Mother Hen wanted all his little chicks under the same roof,” Greg said, nodding to Liam.79
“Shut the fuck up, Greg.” Looking at Kyle, Liam studied him. “You called?” 80
“Kyle called,” Davy spoke up, his eyes not leaving the screen. “Said he was going out with what’s-her-face, and wouldn’t be back until later.”81
Glaring at Davy, Liam then looked back at Kyle and Izzy. “I need to talk to you,” he said. “Alone.”82
“I’m too tired to argue, so unless you’re quitting, you can fuck off until morning,” Kyle said, a light warning in his tone. 83
“Hey, wow,” Greg said, grabbing the remote and turning the television off. “Look at the time will ya?”84
“Oh, sit the fuck down,” Kyle said. He glanced at Izzy. “Be right back. Show them the picture or something.” Following Liam to the other side of the room, Kyle crossed his arms and regarded his friend coolly. 85
“Lose the attitude,” Liam told him. “It doesn’t impress me.”86
“Too tired to care,” Kyle said. “What’s pissing you off this time?”87
“What’s pissing me off,” Liam said in a low tone, “is that you’re not taking this seriously. Sure, you’re going along with this fake girlfriend thing, but you’re not even making an effort to-“ he stopped as Kyle shook his head and walked away. 88
“Where are you going?”89
“Bed,” Kyle replied as he passed the couch where Izzy was talking with Greg and Davy. “Isobel?”90
Jerking slightly at the way he said her name so soon after mentioning going to bed, she gave him a look of annoyance. “Yes?”91
“Come with me for a moment, please,” Kyle requested as he stepped through the archway leading to the stairs. His head peaked around the corner. “Now, if you will?”92
If he hadn’t sounded so polite, Izzy would have told him to shove it. But, he had been polite, and curiosity won over any desire to reply with rudeness. Standing, she walked to where he had vanished and stopped as soon as she entered the large hallway.93
Kyle was sitting on the third step from the bottom, leaning against the railing with his eyes closed. They opened when he heard her approach, and he nodded to the step beside him. 94
Izzy sat on the step, then looked at him. “Yes?”95
”I’m sorry.”96
That surprised her somewhat. “Why?”97
Slowly raising his hand, he placed it on her cheek and stared into her eyes. Both were silent as they traded stares, and part of Izzy wondered if he was testing her to see what reaction she’d give to such and intimate touch. 98
Giving a brief smile, Kyle removed his hand, and stood. “Never mind,” he whispered, then turned and trotted up the steps. 99
Making it to his room, he quickly undressed, then slipping in under the cool sheets on the bed. More tired than he could ever remember being, he tossed for a few moments to find a comfortable spot, then was soon sleeping.100
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“Where’s Liam?” Izzy asked as she walked back to the living room.102
Greg looked up at her and gave his best charming smile. “Phone call. He’ll be back in about twenty minutes.” 103
“Fine.” Pulling a photograph out of the file she was holding, Izzy passed it first to Greg. “Recognize her?”104
“No,” he said, then paused. “Wait. The one from the party.”105
“Yes.” Passing the picture to Davy, Izzy was about to ask him the same question, but she stopped when he sat straighter in his chair.106
“Holy shit,” Davy whispered as he stared at the picture. 107
“Do you know her?” Izzy asked.108
“Well, yeah,” he replied, looking at her. “Heather. She’s been to a few parties here, and…” he trailed off as if lost in thought.109
“And?” Izzy prompted. 110
“Hm?” Looking at her, he shook his head. “I remember her talking to Laine that night, but I don’t know what about.”111
“They talked?”112
Davy nodded. “Normal chick talk,” he said. “Heather was looking at some ring that Laine had, or something like that.”113
“That’s pretty specific,” Izzy said, professionalism taking over. “How do you know it was a ring?” 114
Davy hesitated for a brief moment. “I said ‘or something like that’. It was a piece of jewelry, that’s all I remember.”115
“All right.” Trying to recall what pieces of jewelry had been in the possession of Laine, Izzy filed away his statement for future use. “Do you know where Heather Woodrow lives?”116
“Didn’t know that her last name was Woodrow until now.”117
“Where she works?”118
“She always showed up at the parties with Sasha.”119
That was the second question that Davy had avoided answering, and Izzy had to wonder if he knew more than he let on. “Sasha who?”120
“Eriksson.” Davy stopped for a moment. “Works at… uh… one of the studios, not sure which one.”121
The news that a friend of Heather’s worked at a studio was a major link for Izzy. She needed the answer to one more question. “Did Kyle ever have a relationship with either one?”122
“Not that he ever mentioned.” 123
Izzy nodded, knowing that the answers would just get more vague without her knowing which specific questions to ask. She didn’t feel as if it had gone that far yet, but she could read a few bare hesitant moments in Davy’s answers. He was holding back something, and she wanted to know what it was. 124
“I need to talk with Kyle.”125
“He’s sleeping,” Greg reminded her. 126
“Then I’ll wake him.”127
Greg gave her a brief smile. “Good luck on that. Straight up the stairs, third door on the left.” He watched while she walked out of the living room, waited to hear footsteps on the stairs. Then, he turned to stare at Davy.128
“You know Heather?”129
“Yeah, I know her,” Davy said, walking away. 130
“What didn’t you tell the detective?”131
Davy stopped and looked at his friend. “What?”132
Greg approached slowly, as he tried to keep himself from smacking the hell out of Davy for his stupidity. “I know you,” he said. “You had this look on your face when Detective Grant asked if you knew where this Heather worked, and if Kyle ever had a thing with her.”133
“So?”134
Greg stopped in front of him, and glared. “So, you lie to a cop, and it’ll make Kyle look guilty.”135
Davy rolled his eyes. “Little dramatic, aren’t you?”136
“You stupid dumb ass,” Greg said as he grabbed Davy by the shirt collars and pulled him in closer. “Get this straight, David. Regardless what they say, the cops think Kyle had something to do with Laine’s death, or that he’s hiding something. You start lying to cover him, and it’ll come back to fuck him severely.”137
Davy stared at him warily. “One, get your fucking hands off me,” he said. “And two, get your fucking hands off me.” 138
“’Sup, Greg?” Liam said from just outside the patio door. He watched both men as he stepped into the house, and easily approached. 139
“Another stellar ‘Davy moment’,” Greg said as he finally let go with a disgusted grunt. Stepping back, he glared at Davy. “Go on,” Greg said. “Tell him.”140
“Tell me what?” Liam asked patiently.141
Davy glared at Greg, then sighed in defeat. “The woman stalking Kyle,” he began, then stopped.142
“What about her?” Liam asked.143
“I know her.”144
“How do you know Heather Woodrow?” He waited for the reply, frowning when all he got was a shrug in response. “You better think hard about lying to me, Davy.”145
“I’m not!” Davy insisted. “I just don’t really remember when we met her.”146
“We?” Liam exchanged a look with Greg, who seemed just as confused as he was. “Who is ‘we’?”147
“Me and Kyle.”148
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The room was nearly dark as Izzy slowly opened the door and slipped in. Allowing herself a few minutes to grow accustomed to soft light that was supplied by a small table lamp in one corner, she looked around the room, quickly centering on the large king-sized bed that stood against one wall. 150
Walking to it, and remembering the shock that waking him abruptly in Rio del Mar had brought, she leaned over and gently touched his arm. Frowning as he rolled over, she sighed and stepped back. 151
“Kyle?” she called out in a low tone. “Kyle?”152
He rolled over again, and it was then that she realized that he was shirtless. Well-defined muscles covered his arms and chest to near perfection, the only mar being a thin scar that ran in a line from the right shoulder to just past his collarbone. 153
“Kyle?”154
His eyes opened slowly and he looked like he was trying to figure out if he was still sleeping or not. “Great,” his voice slurred with sleep. “You’re invading my dreams, too.” Closing his eyes, he rolled back over. 155
“Kyle?”156
“Either climb into bed, or leave,” he said without looking at her, knowing that if this was real, she’d more than likely tell him to piss off, then storm out. 157
“Excuse me?”158
“Relax,” he whispered. “This way, you can honestly tell people you spent the night in my bed.” 159
She had to admit that he had a point. “Don’t expect me to jump your body,” she said wryly. 160
He smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. “I’ll have to trust you on that.”161
Warily crawling on the bed, Izzy sat stiffly against the headboard. “Do you know Sasha Eriksson?” 162
Moaning in annoyance, Kyle propped himself up on an elbow and stared at her. “Isobel,” he whispered. “Let me explain something to you. I’ve been up for two days, I’m tired, and I want to sleep. Do you think you can let me do that? Please?”163
“Will you answer the question in the morning?”164
“Scout’s honor,” he promised.165
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Running his fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time, Greg kept his gaze on the archway that led to the stairs. The detective had gone through there more than a while ago, and really should have returned by now. 167
Exhaling, he knew that Kyle’s previous ‘hatred’ for Izzy had changed subtly over the past little while. He knew his friend, and Kyle’s opinion of Izzy had gone from ‘she’s a bitch’, to ‘she’s an annoyance’, to the current ‘she’s in this, so why fight it’. Kyle probably wasn’t even aware of the change yet, but Greg knew that his friend was just a step from ‘she’s not too bad, really.’ Mentally kissing away any chance he might have possibly had with Izzy, Greg looked at the doorway again. 168
“What the hell is taking her so long?”169
“No idea,” Davy replied sarcastically. “What would a pretty, single female be doing in Kyle Ryders room at 11:30 in the evening?”170
“Shut up.”171
“Oh, come on,” Davy said. “She’s supposed to be his girlfriend, not yours, so stop with the heartsick expression when she’s around. Makes you look dorky.”172
“Just when I think you might have a semblance of brains, you use a term like dorky.”173
“Can’t help what you look like.”174
Greg glared for a moment. “When Liam gets back from wherever the hell he took off to this time, I’m going to request that he kick your ass.”175
“Too scared to do it yourself?”176
“Keep pissing me off, and you’ll find out.”177
“Oh, fuck this,” Davy said. “She’s up there for the night. If you want to wait up for her, then that’s your problem. I’m outta here.”178
“Where you going?” Greg asked as Davy started for the door. 179
“Won’t know ‘til I get there.” 180
Standing as he heard the door open, then close, Greg walked to the television, turned it on, then went back to the couch. Since he wasn’t really sure whether Izzy would be back down or not, someone had to be in the house to keep her from being a little too nosy. Apparently, that little task fell to him by default. 181
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The light was too bright, noises were filtering in through from outside, and somehow, the muted tones of AC/DC’s ‘Hell’s Bells’ was coming from somewhere behind him. Slowly opening his eyes, Kyle pushed himself up on the bed and looked around. The song ended, then started again, drawing his gaze to the bed behind him, and the figure that was curled into the blankets. 183
“What the hell?” he whispered, confused on how and why Izzy would be sleeping in his bed. Lifting the blankets slightly, he gazed under, exhaling in relief when he saw that he still had his pajama bottoms on. 184
The song started for a third time, prompting him to sift through the blankets to locate what he now recognized as a cell phone ringing. Finally finding it located nearly under his pillow, he flipped it open and brought it to his ear. 185
“Hello?” 186
“Uh,” a male voice said cautiously. “Is Detective Grant there?”187
“She’s sleeping,” he replied, pulling the phone away to check the call display. Grimacing when he realized that he’d answered her phone, and was talking to her partner, he brought the phone back. 188
“Who is this?”189
Before Kyle could answer, the phone was snatched from his hand by an annoyed and wide-awake looking Izzy. “What?” she snapped into the phone. 190
Not really awake enough to actually comprehend anything beyond the need for more sleep, Kyle laid back down and settled into the blankets. 191
“Gio?” Izzy said behind him. “What do you want?”192
Trying to block out the conversation as he attempted to get back to sleep, Kyle wished he knew why he wasn’t sleeping alone. He remembered going to Club Uncover, then coming back home, and going to bed. Although… there was a glimmer of a dream about him talking with Izzy. 193
“Some families are chosen?” Izzy asked Gio. “What’s that mean?”194
Without notice, Kyle twisted in bed, and grabbed the phone from her. “Detective Giovanni,” he said, suddenly wide awake, “where did you get that phrase?”195
“Give me my phone,” Izzy demanded, reaching for it. 196
“Just hold on,” Kyle said. Pulling the phone back, he stared at the keys. “Where’s your speaker function?” 197
Grabbing the phone, Izzy tapped a key on the side, and tried to take it from him. 198
“Damn, you’re feisty in bed,” Kyle said as he finally handed the phone back.199
“’Scuse me?” Gio’s voice came from the cell phone. “She’s what in where?” 200
“Long story,” Izzy said, shooting Kyle a killer glare. “And not what it sounded like.” 201
“You spent the night with me, in my bed,” Kyle pointed out. “What else could it sound like?”202
“I swear to god, Mr. Ryders,” Izzy said, raising her voice to be heard over Gio’s laughter, “that if you don’t stop twisting facts, I am going to shoot you in the ass.” 203
“See?” Kyle said, giving her an infuriating smirk. “Feisty.”204
“The ring?” Gio reminded them.205
“A signet ring,” Kyle said. “Gold, with the words ‘Algunas familias son elegidas’ and the date 02.08.89 on it.”206
“Uh, yeah,” Gio said slowly. “And you know this how?”207
“It’s my ring.” 208
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Finally! lol
Glad you got another one up, this is getting good and it feels like we're actually getting close to figurung this thing out.
I love that he turns into sort of a jerk when he's sleep deprived. I also like the fact that he realizes this and tried to apologize for it later.
“Damn, you’re feisty in bed,” Kyle said as he finally handed the phone back.
“’Scuse me?” Gio’s voice came from the cell phone. “She’s what in where?” - This made me lmao.
The 8th month is August not July.
Line 145, Heather is missing the 'a'.
Pretty smooth read and you jump from greg to liam to davy nicely and it flows great. I was hoping for a little more in the club but it makes sense the way it is. I kinda feel bad for Kitten now, I hope she's ok.
As always I look forward to the next installment.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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August! Dang!
The jerk/rambling when Kyle is tired .. don't think I've ever met anyone that was sweet as sugar when they're tired. Most are grouchy as heck. 
Don't feel bad for Kitten... she'll be okay....
eventually
I have chapter nine nearly done.
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