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  Kim sensed that she'd stumbled upon something with layers and layers of complexity. She'd been so confident she could help Brian, striking a blow for Shifter rights at the same time, but now she wondered at her ego. The more she'd learned about Shifters today, the more she realized how very little she knew.

  Ellison eventually moved off to talk to others, taking his microbrew with him. Kim wiped her mouth with the extra napkins Annie had brought. "Thank you. I guess I needed the food."

  "A good meal with a good friend is one of the joys of life," Liam said, sounding like he meant it. "Even if it's in a Shifter bar."

  Kim's chest felt suddenly hollow. She yearned for this kind of simplicity, but her life was chaotic and stressful and so damned busy. How long had it been since she and her girlfriends had met for a meal, to talk and catch up? To laugh and wallow in memories of friendship? Too long. One of them had moved out of state since the last time the group had met, and the others were caught up in their own lives. Kim hadn't talked to most of her friends for more than a minute in months. Silas was the only exception and that was only because of his interest in Brian's case for his documentary. But even his e-mails were brief.

  She put down her fork. "I really should get back home. Your friends have probably repaired my door by now, and I have to work tomorrow."

  "You're working on a Sunday?"

  "I'll work at home, but I have a lot to do. Cases to prepare, appeals to file. Brian's only one of my responsibilities."

  Liam piled his silverware on his plate, pushed his plate and hers aside, and clasped Kim's hands. His movements were jerky, and his skin was hot. "You need to come home with me first."

  "Why?" Not that, with his hands warm on hers and his sexy blue eyes gazing at her, she wanted to argue much.

  "Sean will have told Dad what happened, but Dad will want to hear your side of the story."

  "My side of the story? I don't have a side. I saw what you saw."

  "This is a Shifter problem. Dad needs all the information he can get."

  Kim let herself squeeze his hands in return. "All right, but not for long. I really have work to do."

  "Dance first?"

  "Sorry?"

  The jukebox was going full blast, some country music tune Ellison had keyed in. "I need to work off some energy. Are you too much of a city girl that you can't do a Texas two-step?"

  "You're Irish," she said as he pulled her up. "Don't you--you know, jig?"

  Liam laughed, a sound so warm that everyone around them who heard it smiled. His eyes crinkled, and his laugh drove out the lingering horror of the wolf Shifter's attack.

  Something should bother Kim about what had happened--something more than dead Shifter wolf and Sean with his sword and Liam being a snarling wildcat, that is. She needed time to sit, think, let her adrenaline shut down while her brain took over.

  Liam didn't want to let her shut down. He pulled her out of the booth and to the middle of the floor. Other couples were already dancing--very close--but they were Shifters, so Kim couldn't tell the difference between couples who were lovers and those who were friends. Shifters liked to touch.

  Liam pulled Kim into an embrace, his feet finding the rhythm of the dance. Kim knew the steps, but she hadn't danced in a long time, and she moved stiffly.

  Liam ran his hand along the curve of her waist. "Relax, darling. I'll take care of you."

  Kim's eyes were so blue, Liam thought. If he were into poetry, he'd say blue like an Irish sea. But he hadn't seen Ireland in such a long time that he couldn't be sure if the waters around it were still so pure blue they would break your heart.

  Kim set his already pounding heart to racing. Her lips were red, full, luscious. Liam didn't kiss--when he bedded women he was too busy to do any kissing, and besides, he and the female were usually in animal form. But touching Kim's lips with his suddenly seemed like a good idea.

  His libido was getting ahead of his brains. This woman wasn't, and could never be, for Liam. She was here temporarily, dragged into Shifter troubles she didn't understand. She didn't understand how deeply she was in them, either. When she figured it out, she'd sure as hell not be in the mood for any kissing.

  His libido told his brains to shut the hell up. Her scent was exciting, sweet. She looked up at him and smiled, and her small hands moved to his waist.

  Warm supple woman slid against his body, and Liam's blood flowed toward his groin. He imagined her under him, hips lifting as he slid into her. Her blue eyes would close, her round breasts would press his chest, and her legs would rise to twine his waist.

  Gods, he needed sex. After a fight he always ran in his cat form to get it out of his system, before he paid the price. He hadn't had the chance to run tonight, so his body urged him to do an even better thing, take this woman home and love her.

  If he'd been doing what Sean suggested, having a good night's shag with a Shifter woman every night, Liam wouldn't be sweating now, fighting his urges and his Collar. He'd never, ever had urges to be with a human woman.

  Then again, he'd never met Kim.

  Liam pulled her closer, hands moving to her hips. I'm the Shifter who doesn't need anyone, who puts the good of Shiftertown before everything else.

  Right.

  Kim laughed. "I forgot how much I liked to dance," she said over the music.

  "Doesn't your man ever take you out on the town?"

  "Abel? We go to fancy dinners, usually with a group of lawyers he's trying to impress. No dancing."

  "His name is Abel, is it?"

  "Yeah, Abel Kane. Can you believe his parents named him that?"

  "He could change it. I hear humans do that." As though a name were a mutable thing. Humans were crazy.

  "He says people remember it," Kim said. "I guess he's right."

  "But he doesn't dance."

  Kim laughed. Apparently thinking of this boyfriend dancing was hilarious. "No, he doesn't dance. I didn't know Shifters did, either."

  "We do a lot of things." Liam twirled her once, pulled her against him again, and then the song drew to a close.

  Couples dispersed. Jordie Ross kissed his wife on her upturned lips, stroking his fingers over her throat. The fond look she gave Jordie as she walked back to her girlfriends stabbed through Liam's heart. His own parents had looked at each other like that once. So had Kenny and Sinead. Mates for life, they'd thought.

  Liam kept hold of Kim's hand. "Time to go."

  Kim's wariness returned as he led her out of the bar. "Go where?" she asked.

  "Home."

  "You mean your home." And his father. Would Liam's dad be elderly and kind, with the same blue eyes as his son and a warm smile, or a rigid patriarch who terrified every person who crossed the threshold?

  Liam nodded silently, his eyes giving nothing away. His sudden quietness made Kim nervous, but then she thought about her own house waiting for her, how large and lonely it was.

  The place had never warmed up again since Mark's death, no matter how hard she and her parents had tried. There'd been a hole in every Christmas celebration, every Easter dinner, every Halloween night's trek through the neighborhood. The family had gone through the rituals each year, realizing that rituals were unfulfilling when someone you loved was missing from them, but they'd been unable to do anything else. Kim had tried to liven up the house with remodeling a few years ago, having a party to celebrate, but while the house looked more modern, it was still empty.

  Kim thought about Shiftertown, how alive it was, how these people had been forced to reside here but had made it bearable with the closeness of family and friends.

  "I'd like to see where you live," she decided. "Even if I have to be interrogated by your father."

  "He won't interrogate you." Liam's smile returned. "Like Ellison said, we're pussycats."

  Kim wasn't sure what to make of that, but she followed him through the crowd that had gathered outside the doors and in the parking lot. They were mostly Shifters, laughing and talking and wai
ting for a chance to ooze into the packed interior.

  The night had cooled, the humidity lessening. Overhead, stars poked through the lights of the city against vast blackness that stretched to eternity.

  "What a nice night," Kim said. "Do you live far? Can we walk?"

  How weird that she wanted to. In this city of cars, walking was what you did along Lake Austin or in Zilker Park or on Sixth Street on Saturday night. You didn't walk to actually get somewhere.

  "It's not far," Liam said, "but we'll drive. It will be safer to leave your car inside Shiftertown than out here."

  He had a point--this was a bad part of town. Liam drove again, and Kim was content to look out the window. This late, no kids lingered on the lawns, but the houses glowed with light. People sat out on lit porches to talk or simply watch the night.

  Liam pulled the car into an old-fashioned driveway--two strips of concrete with grass in the middle--about two blocks from where Brian's mother lived. Liam got out of the car and came around to open the door for her.

  Kim looked up in surprise as Liam helped her out and shut the door, a courtesy she wasn't used to. In her world, a woman had to pretend she didn't want or need little courtesies from men. If she wanted a man's job, she had to act like a man. Be even stronger than a man, actually, and more ruthless. Kim knuckled down and played the game, and she was surprised at how much Liam's gentlemanly gestures pleased her.

  Liam's house was a bungalow, like Sandra's, two stories with square brick pillars on the porch. One corner of the porch held a picnic bench and a table, the other, a porch swing.

  "I've always wanted a porch swing," Kim said. "Stupid, but I was never allowed to have one. Homeowner's association didn't approve."

  "You're welcome to lounge on our porch swing anytime you want."

  "Anyone ever tell you you're a sweetie, Liam? Isn't it a little late for a visit, though? Will your father be up still?"

  Liam's smile answered her. "We're night people."

  "Like vampires? Hell, I've had too much beer."

  "No. Not like vampires." Liam opened the front door and ushered her into his house. "Vampires are different."

  Kim wasn't certain what to make of his answer. Was he teasing? But heck, Shifters existed. Why not vampires?

  She'd definitely had too much beer.

  The front door led straight into the living room, which was dominated by a big box of a television. The couch and chairs had been grouped around it, with folding TV trays for end tables. The tables were littered with soda cans, beer bottles, bowls holding crumbs of corn chips, and stacks of videotapes and DVDs. It looked as though they'd had a movie night. The floors were polished wood with mismatched rugs and runners on them, unlike Kim's cool tile floors with plush handwoven carpets.

  As Liam led Kim inside, Sean and another man came down the stairs to her left, and a young, lanky Morrissey bounded out of the kitchen that opened beyond the living room.

  "Is that her?" the young man asked.

  The oldest man moved past him and held out his hand to Kim. "I'm Dylan."

  Liam's father. He didn't look any older than forty, but like Sandra, his eyes held the weight of years. Those eyes assessed her, much as Liam's had, but without the warm interest. His grip was strong, not overpowering, but it let Kim know he could overpower her anytime he wanted to.

  Kim decided that if she'd met Dylan instead of Liam, she'd have hightailed it out of Shiftertown and never looked back. No wonder Liam was the one Brian said everyone approached. You had to be brave to look into Dylan's eyes and not quail.

  Sean stepped off the stairs. "Connor, why didn't you clean up this crap? I told you Kim was coming."

  "I'm doing it." The young man started gathering the jetsam into his big hands.

  "My nephew, Connor," Liam said. "Our brother Kenny's son."

  The brother who'd died. Kim watched the long-limbed Connor shoulder his way into the kitchen, trying to carry everything at once.

  Liam gestured for Kim to sit down. A couch, which had seen years of bouncing children and men's booted feet, sagged when she sat on it. Connor reappeared and handed Kim a cold soft drink. Kim wasn't in the mood for one, but she thanked him, opened the can, and took a sip. No reason not to be polite.

  Liam sat down next to her, close, as he had at Sandra's. Shifters really didn't understand personal space. Or if they did, they didn't care.

  Sean stood ill at ease, his hands in his pockets. He wore a frown, as though he didn't like having Kim there, but not because he didn't like Kim. Dylan watched also, but with a quietness that the younger men of the family didn't have. He was closer to the predator than any of them.

  And here I am, the gazelle.

  To calm her nerves, Kim looked around at the decor, which was mostly bachelor clutter. "Hey, I have a suitcase just like that." She pointed at a black bag with metallic studs that stood next to the TV set. "Wait a minute, that is my bag." She glared at Liam, who didn't look the slightest bit guilt-stricken. "Gee, I wonder how it got here."

  "Remember my friends who went to fix your back door? They brought it."

  Kim set her can carefully on a TV tray. "Want to tell me why? Or do you have a fetish about stealing other people's luggage?"

  It was Dylan who answered. "Because you're staying here, Kim. Liam knew you'd want your things."

  "What do you mean, staying here? Spending the night? I haven't had that much to drink."

  Liam slid his arm around her, strong, holding her there. "You need to stay."

  "The Shifter wolf is dead. You and Sean killed him. I'm safe now." Finally the thing niggling at her broke through the fog in her brain. "Liam, how were you able to kill him? Your Collar should have stopped you from fighting, even against another Shifter. Right?"

  Liam said nothing. She felt Sean standing above her, Connor's awkward uneasiness, and Dylan's strong silence.

  "Liam?"

  Liam's eyes were blue, hard, holding her gaze. "I'm sorry, love. That's why we can't let you go."

  Chapter Seven

  She took it well. Liam had to give her that.

  No screaming, no outraged swearing, no gibbering in terror. Kim simply looked at him, her eyes unreadable.

  "Why not?" she asked steadily. "If I can prove that Brian had nothing to do with the murder, it won't matter whether his Collar can malfunction. I have no reason to share the information far and wide."

  "You should let someone else take over Brian's defense," Dylan said.

  Now the anger came. "Oh, no, no, no. This case is going to make my career. Besides, I'm your best hope of springing him."

  Dylan's eyes were hard. "Brian understands the need to protect the Shifters."

  Kim struggled from Liam's embrace and sprang to her feet. "Are you saying you'd let him go down? Make him pretend his Collar malfunctioned to keep everyone from knowing the Collars don't work at all?"

  "This isn't about the Collars," Liam said. "And anyway, the Collars do work."

  "You're crazy. If Brian's found guilty, he gets the death sentence for Shifters. Do you know what that means?"

  "He won't die at the hands of the human government," Dylan said. "If he's convicted, we'll take care that he doesn't face an executioner."

  "What, you'll send Sean to turn him to dust?"

  Sean looked away, unable to meet her eyes.

  "No, not Sean." Liam stood up beside her. "It's not his job."

  Kim gave him an uncomprehending look; then her eyes widened. "You mean it's yours? Oh, Jesus effing Christ, Liam."

  "It's a Shifter problem," Dylan said in his quiet voice.

  "And now I'm a Shifter problem? You can't take my word that I won't tell anyone? Liam, you saved my life tonight. I owe you."

  "It's not up to us," Sean broke in. "We don't make the law."

  "The oldest excuse in the book. Aren't you the leader around here, Dylan? Can't you make, you know, an executive decision?"

  Dylan shook his head. "These are clan matters and Shifter sec
rets. Only Fergus can override the law."

  "Who the hell is Fergus?"

  "The leader of the South Texas clan," Liam answered. "Dad thinks you should have a hearing with him. I don't agree."

  "Why not? Maybe this Fergus will see reason."

  "Fergus? Reason?" Liam wanted to laugh. He thought about the big man with the long black braid, the thugs he surrounded himself with. Fergus hadn't been happy when Kim managed to get Brian a jury trial. He'd wanted Brian to plead guilty and be done, the human prodding into Shifter business over. Liam still didn't understand why Fergus was so ready to wash his hands of Brian, but Brian had been ready to obey.

  Until Kim had persuaded Brian to fight. Of course she had. Kim was a fighter. Fergus had been livid when he learned Brian had a competent defense attorney.

  "He's dangerous, Kim," Liam said, his voice sharp with worry. "All Shifters are dangerous, Fergus especially so. You shouldn't have come to see me at all."

  "I owe it to my client to try to help him get free."

  "And now you know too damned much."

  "Keep it quiet, Liam," Dylan growled. "I can contain this, but not if the neighbors hear you..."

  Kim looked wildly out the window to the house next door. "What? What happens if the neighbors hear?"

  "They might go to Fergus," Sean said. "We might not be able to stop them. We're your best protection."

  "You can't keep me here." She had good lung power for such a small woman.

  "We can and we will," Dylan said, eyes glittering. "We protect the clan."

  Connor looked distressed. "Stop it, Grandda'. You're scaring her. She's going to think we're all crazy."

  She'd not be far from wrong, Liam thought. Kim quivered with rage and fear, and Liam felt the overwhelming need to put his arms around her and soothe her. She needed to be held in the same way he and Sean had held Sandra, calming her nerves, easing her worry.

  Holding Kim would calm Liam as well. His adrenaline was wearing off--he could tell by the dull buzzing in his head. Very soon now, he'd start to pay the price for killing the feral Shifter. Sean didn't look as bad, but then Sean hadn't fought; he'd only dispatched the feral's soul.