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Chapter 4

DANNI WAS SLEEPING when Quinn awoke and rose. He showered and dressed, not wanting to wake her.

He loved to wake up first in the morning and watch her as she slept, hair spilling wildly around her, the length of her body half draped in the sheets. He smiled, thinking that she was a genuine work of art.

Actually, he also loved waking up to find her already awake herself, propped up on one elbow watching him, a mischievous smile on her face and a sensual look in her eyes.

They’d both grown up in the city, but he was about five years older than she was, and their paths hadn’t really crossed until Angus had died. He still kept his house in the Garden District, but the more they were together, the more he knew that he wanted them to be together forever.

He was tempted to crawl back into bed and just move against her until she woke groggily in his arms. That was fun, too.

He loved to stroke the length of her back. She would keep her eyes closed at first, but finally she would begin to smile and then touch him in ways that seemed to rock the earth.

He steeled himself to look away and walked to the door, letting himself out.

It was early, but he was expecting a call from Larue at some point, and he wanted to be ready to head straight to the station to interview the musicians who had been attacked after their gig.

Wolf wasn’t in his usual spot in the hallway. The dog had decided that he was Danni’s protector whether Quinn was in the city or not. He was always outside their room standing guard—unless Billie was already making breakfast.

He headed downstairs and found that Billie was cooking and Wolf was indeed with him, sitting patiently in a corner and awaiting his chance at something delectable. Bo Ray was there, as well, and the news was playing on the small TV set in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Quinn asked Bo Ray, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He breathed in the aroma as he waited for Bo Ray to answer. Billie made a mean cup of coffee. Of course, in Quinn’s mind, the best coffee in the world was to be found in New Orleans. It was rich and dark, and Billie’s coffee could probably put hair on anyone’s chest. But at The Cheshire Cat, they all loved it.

Bo Ray turned to look at Quinn. He had the appearance of a chipmunk that had been attacked on both cheeks by a swarm of bees.

“Great,” Bo Ray said—or tried to. His mouth could barely move.

Bo Ray Tompkins was a young man they’d hired to help out at the shop on the first case Quinn had worked with Danni. A good guy at heart, Bo Ray had fallen in with some bad people and taken up their bad ways. Thanks to the help of Father John Ryan—a priest who was prepared to go to war in their strange fight against evil—Bo Ray had come back to the straight and narrow. They’d taken a leap of faith when they brought him in, and their faith had proved to be the right choice.