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She was still sleeping when he came back into the room. She was wrapped up in the comforter and her hair was spilling across the pillow like a sunrise. She looked so small, so delicate, so very, very human. It made Lochlann hungry. It was Christmas. The house was warm for once, toasty...

Lochlann rammed the shovel into the frozen soil. He pushed down on the cold blade with a booted foot and pressed with every ounce of weight he had. The earth grunted and protested against his onslaught but eventually started to crumble. He hefted the shovel up, tossed the dirt to the side, and...

Lochlann's concept of time had always been tenuous at best. So, for now, the term jetlagged meant nothing to him. He felt warn out and exhausted and he had no idea how long it'd taken him to arrive back into the United States from the Manta Carlos Islands. It was cold and this thin jacket...