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pushed the photo back. “You know, she’s got a look, but I can’t place it. Any distinguishing marks? Tattoos… that sort of thing?”
    Antonio opened the file and scanned Jasper’s notes. “Nothing, not even a scar or pierced ears.” He frowned over the basic profile. Under eye color, Jasper had noted, “Two.” A joke? But then, Jasper himself had one eye that was a whirl of blue and amber. He pulled a pen from his pocket and made a question mark next to the description. They looked perfectly normal in the picture.
    “What makes you think she might be around here?” Sam the bartender turned away, busying himself with wiping down the bar. “She’s local?”
    “Yeah, from Lauderdale, and this is the sort of place she might be drawn to if she’s here in Miami.”
    “A sports bar?” Sam looked skeptical.
    “ Sports bar! Sports bar! ”
    Sam hunched his shoulders at the loud squawking of a parrot a few feet away. “Shut up, Polly!”
    The big bouncer growled.
    The parrot began flapping its wings and howling like a dog. Antonio raised a single brow. Maybe the bird knew something…
    “Hush!” Sam shouted.
    The parrot squawked once again, and the girl slid off the stool, landing on the floor with a crash.
    “I’m all right…” She rose to her knees, pushing away the helping hands of the enormous bouncer. “… floor came to meet me… a little too fast.” She pushed back a matted clump of hair, giving the room a beaming smile.
    Antonio shivered. She was gorgeous. Not the perfect, polished beauty of Miami and its hordes of models and trophy companions, but a gleaming, beaming ray of sun. Little glass beads studded strands of her hair. Her wide smile displayed straight, white teeth; there was a tiny gap right there in the middle. Her honey-colored skin was bare of make-up, her eyes… the one he could see was as blue as the ocean. Before he could see the rest of her face, she untangled a crooked pair of sunglasses from her mop of hair and perched them on her straight little nose.
    She stood unsteadily, bracing on the back of the stool for balance. Clearly, she was looped out of her brain and Antonio shot a look at Sam, who simply shrugged. She smelled only of sunshine, citrus and herself. There wasn’t a tinge of alcohol on her.
    Something else then.
    “I’m outta here. Later, gaters!” She wiggled her fingers, tripped over her own flip-flop and caught herself on Antonio’s arm. She squeezed it, fingers probing his bicep. “Nice.” She looked up at him. “Model?”
    “Not anymore,” he admitted. Not many people would get that much of an admission from him. Modeling hadn’t been the most brilliant part of his history.
    “Pretty man. Big. Fae or shifter?”
    Oh. Shit. He looked at Sam, who’d returned to his sink and was rinsing glasses. He grinned at Antonio, shook his head and slowly circled a finger at his temple, indicating that little Coco wasn’t quite right in the head. Antonio then caught the ominous gaze of the bouncer. He gave nothing away. Antonio swallowed. The big man was bruin -- a bear shifter. Poor Sam had no clue.
    “I’m a Siberian,” he whispered in her ear. She went perfectly still. Her glasses hid her eyes, so he couldn’t see her expression.
    “Really?”
    He nodded. He stood perfectly still while she looked him over from head to toe.
    “Liar.” She grinned at him. Even though the smile was forced, the most kissable dimple flirted with him. To his surprise, his cock responded. He looked at those full, plush lips and had the most insane urge to kiss the little human. She was close enough he could feel the heat from her body, and again she swayed toward him, clearly off balance. He caught her before she staggered, grinning as she looked down at where her belly pressed into his groin.
    “Oh my…”
    “Oh yes…” He grinned. He wondered if the place had a store room, or even a private toilet stall. Normally a dreadlocked surfer chick was far from what attracted him,