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.He also needed to check in on Costa Rica.Before he did that though, heneeded to deal with Thiago.The young man insisted on seeing his father so Syren didthat, taking him to see Delatorre before the older man was carted off.122A Sinner BornHe d noticed Thiago s reticence to accept there would be nothing between him andSyren.He d done his best during the car ride to the detainment center to get his handon Syren s crotch.Syren did everything short of breaking the idiot s fingers to get himto see reason.Thiago had only stopped, frozen in fact, when Syren let him know therewas someone special in his life.He had no way of knowing if he was someone special in Kane s life, but he damnsure was special to Syren.Speaking of.Making sure the coast was clear, Syren ducked into Patel s office and shut the doorbefore pulling out his phone and dialing Kane.The marshal might be at work, or in thefield, Syren didn t know, but he wanted to hear Kane s voice.And give him a bit ofnews. Found your phone, did you?Syren sank into the chair behind Patel s desk with a grin. Really, this is the wayyou answer your phone? Manners, Marshal, get some.Kane grunted in his ear. I have manners, thank you very much.What can I do foryou? Miss me? Syren propped his feet atop Patel s desk and crossed his ankles. Not really, no. Kane didn t miss a beat. Har har har.I ll take that as a yes. Syren pulled a piece of paper from his jacketpocket and unfolded it.Just looking at it made him hard.He squirmed. Where and how are you? LA and fine. He tipped his gaze to the ceiling. You? I m in New York, work stuff. Voices rang out in the background. Uh-huh.Got a fax machine near you? Yes.Why? The wheels turning in Kane s head were mighty loud on Syren s end. Give me the number, Marshal. Kane hesitated and Syren urged him. Trust me,you ll like this. Fuck. Kane relayed the number under his breath. This shit better be good or Iswear to God.Syren got to his feet and proceeded to send the fax. Threats, really? When I msending you a gift, a naughty one at that? He finished and sat back down. I don tmind telling you, I am not enamored with your tone. Yeah? Too bad. Kane s voice dropped lower. I m not enamored of youcontinually running out of my bed.Syren s body heated in a wave that started at his nape and swept down to his toes,hardening him along the way. Aw, look at you.Demanding I stay and cuddle.So& sweet.123Avril Ashton I want an entire night, damn it. Frustration thinned Kane s tone. I need to& ohfuck.Syren chuckled. My fax has arrived, I take it? Goddamn. The throaty word shook.Yep. You wanted it and now you have it.My test results. I  Kane s swallow was audible. You were supposed to bring it next time youcame. Yes, Syren purred,  but where s the fun, huh? This way there ll be no holdupswhen I come through your door, Marshal. He cupped himself and stroked lightly. You can fuck me up against your front door.Bend me over the kitchen counter.Kane groaned. Stop it. Three guesses on what I m doing right now. He fondled his balls. Touchingmyself, thinking of you ordering me to my knees as soon as I come though your door. Syren. A sensual warning. Yes. A low moan punctuated the word. You want me to take you in my mouth,don t you? Swallow you? Maybe I will.Then again&  Fucking tease! Kane panted in his ear. When? When will you get here? Soon. Patel s office door opened and Syren looked up.Patel stood there and hewas not pleased, not by that sour look on his face. Gotta go. He hung up andfrowned. What? Any reason in particular you re making yourself at home in my office? Patelleaned against the door, arms folded, a frown on his face.His dark skin was clean-shaven, but unhappy lines bracketed his black eyes and otherwise really kissablemouth. Of course.Patel raised an eyebrow and Syren waved away his unspoken question. Oh none that I care to share, but I do have reasons.Patel rolled his eyes. I heard enough. He grinned. Found yourself some poorbastard to torture, did you?Syren stared at him.Damn, Patel was a stunner when he smiled. First, loving thesmile.Second and maybe most importantly, stay out of my business and we won t talkabout you having a hard-on for who you should definitely not be having a hard-on for.That wiped away any mirth on Patel s face and in his eyes. Whatever you thinkyou know, forget it. That could work. Syren tapped his lips with a finger. If only you could do thesame. He dropped a pointed look to the gold band on Patel s ring finger. Thoughts? Fuck off. Patel rushed out the office and Syren barked a laugh.He really should not be in possession of other people s secrets, but that was the lifehe d found himself in, brokering in secrets and lies.He used them, but only if it124A Sinner Bornbenefited him.Otherwise, what was the point? Lucky for him, his own secrets remainedlocked in his head, in his memories and those who knew had no cause to hold it overhim.Still, he couldn t wait to be done with the entire Faro charade.Dispense with thesecrets, the lies, the false names and false promises.The biggest lie he held on to was theone of omission, the one he kept telling himself shouldn t matter.Kane didn t have toknow.They weren t serious.They may never be, so why rock the boat? Why put all hiscards on the table, bring Càtia into the mix, when Kane wasn t over his dead lover andmay never be?True, his heart was already caught up.Had been from the instant he d looked intoKane s eyes in the photograph, but that was his failing.His weakness.He expectednothing from Kane but a good time.Really.Wishing for more was unrealistic.Wishing was for fools.He was a lot of things, butSyren didn t think he fell under that particular banner.He d always been painfullyrealistic and he d known getting into anything with Kane Ashby would hurt.Unforgivably so, but this was him being selfish.Taking what he d always wanted.When it ended, and it would sooner, but hopefully later he d have amassed anarsenal of new memories, good memories to banish the old and bad ones.Can t ask for more.Well, he could, but he wouldn t get it so there really was no sensein asking.A knock on Patel s office door jerked his attention back to the present.A tall blondstood in the doorway, eyeing Syren like a bug under his shoe. Patel s not here right now. Syren sank into the chair, smirking at the brightdisapproval in the newcomer s eyes. Care to leave a message? Jack Wellington, DEA. He made a huge production out of showing his badge. You are Faro, correct? Delatorre s mouthpiece?Syren s mouth twitched.Lots of potential with that mouthpiece comment, but he letit slide. I m whoever you want me to be.Jack. Syren knew Agent Wellington.He dbeen in New York with Pablo Castillo s lover, also a DEA agent, on an op hoping to netthe Nieto Brothers [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]