 “What the hell were you thinking? And what in the holy hell are you wearing?” Forge stood, yanking his catch up after him, shouting. “If you can’t swim, what in the hell were you doing running down steps covered with algae, you know, that green slimy shit, at a lake. How did you plan to get out? This isn’t just any lake. It’s a Great Lake. And it’s deep! Ships sink in it!” The kid climbed to his feet and held his palms up in a placating gesture. “I—” “Not to mention you’re mucking up a murder investigation.” Forge kept right on shouting. He waved his hands up and down more for distraction than anything, hoping the kid wouldn’t notice his hard-on. Wet trousers did little to hide anything, and this guy wouldn’t necessarily know being in close proximity to his soulmate was the reason behind Forge’s reaction. “Look, I—I promise not to hurt you. Don’t be scared,” the kid said and took a step back as he spoke. Forge stopped his ranting, put his hands on his hips, and stared. “You won’t—” This had to be a joke. He didn’t know who to blame but at the same time commended their joke planning skills. From what he could see of the kid’s face and judging by the clues given off by his body chemistry, the goof in the goggles was serious. He couldn’t stop the laughter that rumbled up from his belly and totally consumed him, doubling him over. “You won’t hurt me?” He had to wipe the tears streaming down his face away so he could see clearly. Taking a few deep breaths only caused him to laugh more and make a very unmanly giggling-snorting-snickering sort of sound. Forge finally got himself under control and walked across the beach to scoop his coat off the sandy ground. A few more chuckles escaped, he shook his head while he pulled his jacket on and extracted his badge from the inside pocket. He held it up and said, “Now, let’s try this again. What are you doing here? You’ve got five minutes to convince me you didn’t murder someone and then stand around watching when the cops showed up to examine the body.” A virtual light bulb went off in Forge’s brain. He didn’t have to worry about what other vampires would do to him for killing his soulmate, he could just pin this murder on goggle boy. Either way, Declan was never, ever finding out about this. “And take those ridiculous goggles off before I shoot you for bad fashion.” Forge knew very well a bullet to this kid’s torso wouldn’t kill him, but it would hurt like hell. The kid deserved to hurt that much for wearing his stupid getup. “I—I can’t, I’ll….” The kid backed up farther.  Electric Candle is available in eBook, paperback and in Kindle Unlimited. Right now the eBook is 50% off ($2.99).
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