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Sexy to Go, volume two
Sexy to Go is back with eleven new stories!
Volume Two includes:
by Pamela Moran
Reggie and Cliff have a common goal: Keep her patient and his friend from being killed. If they can keep their hands off of each other, they might stand a chance of them all coming out of this alive.
Cliff Braxton rolled his shoulders.
For a dream world, this place seemed dreary. Depressive.
Understandable, considering someone had attempted to kill the dreamer less than twelve hours ago.
Cliff’s mouth tightened as he again surveyed the shadows.
Lee Jacobs. Buddy, agent, fellow Dreamwalker.
Dammit. Friend or not, Cliff shouldn’t have been able to enter Lee’s dreams so easily, without an invitation, without any real pushback. Didn’t bode well for Lee’s current state of health. Or his survival.
Lee had come out of surgery. They’d found the bullet. No actual word on his prognosis. Wait and see.
With a hard shrug, Cliff shoved his senses outward, pushing at the boundaries of Lee’s dreamscape. Wait and see wasn’t a normal part of Cliff’s vocabulary. Not when a friend lay unconscious. When that buddy might die, unable to tell them who had done this and why.
No, Cliff wasn’t waiting. Those answers might well lay in Lee’s subconscious. Might be accessible through the dream portal.
A big maybe.
But it beat the hell out of wait and see.
And maybe he could find a way to bolster Lee’s defenses. Bolster from the inside, add a layer of inner protection.
Worth a shot.
Cliff took a cautious step forward into that dark, shadowy land. No structure to speak of, nothing to anchor this into any semblance of reality. No buildings. No trees. Nothing but various shades of darkness stretched out and leaching any semblance of color from the landscape.
Nothing but shadows.
There. A few feet to the left, under a particularly dark and misty area. He stilled. Tested the area with his senses.
He wasn’t alone in Lee’s dream.