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Jumping from the fallen man's back, she shook her hands then rubbed at her thighs. Geez. What the hell was up with this?
"Harmony, dammit, answer me," Lance snapped into the link as she realized she had been hearing his voice for several seconds.
She inhaled slowly, her gaze going around the room before finding the wary form of the young woman stumbling through the door.
"Harmony… Now, dammit. " His voice was rough, and sent lust coursing through her. Flipping the mic down, she crooned into the link. "I have a present for you, baby. Want to come collect?"
Yep, it was lust.
CHAPTER 13
The moment her voice crooned over the comm link, Lance felt the response surge through his body. His cock was already painfully erect, but the sexy tone of her voice had it jerking in his jeans, impossibly harder and ready to fuck.
Damn her. She picked a hell of a time to turn into a sex kitten.
"Okay, Steven, let's move in. She has him. "
He was aware of Steven's quick, surprised look as they headed into the house, with the paramedics coming in behind them.
Lance waved them to the corner where the mother, Liza, was cradling her young son. She was bloody, beaten, but appeared conscious.
Moving quickly, he and the two State Police officers moved into the bedroom, guns drawn, before pulling up to a quick stop.
Tommy Mason was spewing vulgarity as Harmony sat on her haunches listening to him, her head tilted, a mocking smile on her face as she ran her thumb slowly down the edge of her blade.
"You think you're so smart," Mason spat. "You freak. You're nothing but a nasty damned animal and you'll get yours. "
Harmony lifted her head to Lance. "He's just full of information," she drawled. "All kinds of supremacist rhetoric. You have some fine folks in your fair town, Sheriff Jacobs. " She moved aside as the officers gripped Mason's arms and picked him up from the floor. Harmony slid the knife deftly into its sheath and stared back at him expectantly.
"I'm hungry," she stated. "Didn't I see a fast-food joint earlier? Think we could detour before we have to take care of all that nasty paperwork?"
He watched her closely. Her eyes were unnaturally bright, her voice huskier than normal.
"Are you okay?" He moved to her, his gaze going over her carefully. "Did he manage to cut you?"
She gave an unladylike snort. "Please. " She waved the question away. "He was such an amateur. People should learn how to use knives before attempting to play with them. " She reached behind her and pulled the switchblade, encased in an evidence bag, from her belt. "Here you go. I didn't even get any of my nasty littl
e paw prints on it. " He took the bag carefully, allowing his fingers to brush hers, feeling the unnatural cold of her fingertips.
"Let's go get those statements taken care of," he said and sighed. "Steven and his men will take care of Mason. "
"Are they going to lock him up?" She moved ahead of him as they left the bedroom and headed for the front door.
"They'll lock him up. He'll be lucky if he sees the outside of a cell in the next twenty years. Shooting at the State Police is a heavy crime. "
Lance had seen the officer carefully lifting a pistol from the bedroom floor and putting it in an evidence bag as his partner read Mason his rights.
"They'll lock him up for shooting at a police officer but not for beating the hell out of his wife?" Harmony shook her head as they moved outside. "The world is a sick, sick place, Lance. "
"We do our best, Harmony. "
"And when your personal best isn't good enough?" she asked as they reached the Raider.
As she turned to him, Lance saw the shadows that filled her amazing green eyes. They were pure, brilliant, with no specks of darker color. Almost mesmerizing.
"When my personal best hasn't been good enough, I keep fighting," he sighed as he leaned against the door, trapping her between him and the interior of the vehicle. "I come out here every time the neighbors call. I try to help Liza as best I can. Until she lets go of her fear enough to help me put him behind bars, then there's nothing I can do. "
"And the little boy?"
