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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 14 <br />
Burke stopped walking and took her arms in his hands, giving them a firm<br />
squeeze before changing his touch to a slow, erotic caress. He looked into her eyes and<br />
she saw the heat of suppressed longing in his eyes. A spark of wanting flashed through<br />
her. Her mouth dried. “It’ll be better for everyone, especially your friend, if she doesn’t<br />
know we’re there.”<br />
She nodded. “Okay.” She didn’t like the idea of lying to Lisa, but she could kind<br />
of see his point. Already there was a good chance she was neck-deep in trouble. Why<br />
drag her best friend into the quicksand with her?<br />
It was choosing the lesser of two very nasty evils.<br />
It took them about a half hour to walk to Lisa’s house. Sylvie told Isabella and<br />
Burke she’d tell Lisa she was letting Lulu out and then sneak them in the back door.<br />
Despite the fact that she knew she’d see Burke in a little while, she had a really hard<br />
time leaving him. It felt like a part of her anatomy had been sliced from her body when<br />
she took a few steps away from him.<br />
This Master-slash-mate stuff was hard on a girl.<br />
Feeling both dull from exhaustion and sadness, and also jittery from fear, she<br />
walked up Lisa’s front walk and knocked on the door.<br />
It took a long time for Lisa to answer. She looked like death as she opened the<br />
door. Her short hair stuck out at odd angles and dark circles made her eyes look sunken<br />
in.<br />
“Where the fuck have you been?” Lisa snapped, scowling.<br />
“Long story. Can I come in?”<br />
“Yeah, sure.” Lisa stepped aside to let Sylvie in then slammed the door shut. “So,<br />
spill. What’s going on? Something’s going on. Something weird. Tell me now or I’m<br />
going to… to do something drastic.” She scratched Lulu’s head and cooed, “How’s my<br />
girl? How’s my girl?” as she took the shaking animal out of Sylvie’s arms and inspected<br />
her. “My goodness! You’re a wreck.” She gave Sylvie another look. One of her<br />
trademark I’m-not-going-to-quit-hounding-you-until-you-spill-it looks. “What<br />
happened? First, you made me go to that yuppie bar last night. And then you were
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