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news was she didn’t get bitched at when she finally got to the office. Her boss had had to take care of a client, but he’d left a message on her desk that said, ‘We will talk when I get back’. She frowned at the piece of paper. She had been there for over two years and had never been in trouble with the boss.
    She stood up, grabbed the red folder, walked to her office door and over to her secretary Mary. She was one of her dearest friends and in her late twenties. They had instantaneously clicked when she came in and interviewed for the job a year ago. “Hey Mary, I have a lunch meeting, so if boss man comes in, tell him I will come see him as soon as I get back.”
    Mary smiled at her and nodded. “Will do!” she said as the phone rang.
    Megan took that as a sign to get out of the office . She walked next door to her favorite coffee shop. It wasn’t some big sell out company. It was a little shop run by Joy, a sweet woman in her late forties. When she walked in the shop the smell of coffee hit her and she groaned, she loved that smell and when she went to the grocery story she always went down the coffee aisle. She walked up to the counter and smiled at Joy.
    “Megan, how are you doing , sweetie?” she asked as she started Megan’s usual. When she ate there, which was every day, she would have Joy’s famous Black Tie. It was a traditional Thai Iced Tea, which was a spicy and sweet mixture of chilled black tea, orange blossom water, star anise, crushed tamarind, sugar and condensed milk or cream, with a double shot of espresso. No one made it like she did, and Megan had tried and screwed it up.
    “I’m…good ,” she said as she thought about the previous night. Her day had started out crazy when she got the text message from Max, she had missed him and her heart raced with the thought that he had missed her too. She broke her number one rule and fell in love with someone that could break her into a million piece.
    Joy glanced at her as she was mixing the Black Tie. “How did yesterday go?”
    T alking to Joy was cheaper than going to a therapist. She knew a lot about her and Max, well everything besides the fact that he was an incubus. Megan shrugged, “Good I guess. I hate that I am crazy for him.”
    Joy smiled sincerely at her and handed her the coffee. “You don’t hate it, you are just scared.”
    She wasn’t scared , she was terrified. She was about to argue that she wasn’t scared, even though she would be lying, but she turned around when the door bell sounded. She turned around and came face to chest with Detective Moore, his hands came up to her arms to keep her from falling. “Sorry,” she said and felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
    “ Its fine, let me order my coffee and I will come and talk to you.”
    She nodded, and turned back around to get her red folder. Joy caught her eye and raised her eyebrows asking and unasked question. She shook her head, because there was nothing between her and the Detective. She walked past him and toward a table in the back of the coffee shop. Another thing she loved about the place was that it was never too busy, so there were always tables left. She took a sip of her amazing coffee, and waited for Detective Moore.
    When he sat down with his own coffee in his hand, she slid the red folder over to him. “This is everything I have on Joe. I have his last known address and the last job he had. I have been keeping tabs on him, I like to know where he is at all times.”
    Detective Moore never glanced at the folder he kept his light blue eyes on her. “I read the police report last night, you know I can put you in a safe house until I catch him.”
    She smiled because he was being nice, but she didn’t want to go to some safe hous e. She had a feeling her incubi wouldn’t be letting her out of their sight for a while. “No thank you, I think my boyfriends can take care of me.”
    “Boyfriends?”
    Crap, she hadn’t realized she said that.