Lewis's Dream [Brac Pack 10]
Brac Pack 10
Lewis’s Dream
Detective Lewis Keating has had enough of cheating men. When a crooked cop steals a stack of files, it’s Lewis’s job to go through them and close out the ones he can. When a familiar case is found among the files, Lewis decides to question the one person who should be on his list.
Evan Triamade was once told he looked like he breathed pain. A control freak since childhood, the wolf quickly loses his handle on things when his aloof mate shows up to question him about an assault that supposedly happened months ago.
Their relationship is volatile from the start, and Evan is forbidden to see his mate by Alpha Maverick until their differences can be settled. Evan soon finds that convincing his mate not all men are cheaters is harder than he imagined. To make matters worse, Lewis has a drinking problem.
When Lewis is taken by the ex-alpha, Jackson, it isn’t Evan who rescues him but the smaller mates of the house and a Xiamen tiger. Lewis thought living among humans was hard, but living in a world of were-creatures tests his very sanity.
Note:
Each book in Lynn Hagen's Brac Pack collection features a different romantic couple. Each title stands alone and can be read in any order. However, we recommend reading the series in sequential order.
Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
26,687 words
LEWIS’S DREAM
Brac Pack 10
Lynn Hagen
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Copyright © 2011 by Lynn Hagen
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LEWIS’S DREAM
Brac Pack 10
LYNN HAGEN
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Detective Lewis Keating stared at the file in front of him. It was a case he had worked on months ago.
Detective William Bryce had been arrested and convicted of tampering with evidence, among other things. Many files had been discovered in the detective’s home. The one Lewis was looking at was for an assault on one Jeremy Yards, with Cecil Walters being named the assailant.
Lewis remembered this one. He had just been transferred to Brac Village a month prior to investigating the alleged assault.
Lewis had interviewed at least a dozen men who lived in an estate set back in the forest, all corroborating Cecil’s alibi.
He could close it. Lewis knew for a fact Cecil hadn’t done it. His gut instinct led him to believe this. And his gut usually wasn’t wrong.
What harm could it do to talk to the one man that wasn’t home at the time? It could be
officially
closed if he did.
There weren’t any cases he was currently working on right now that warranted his immediate attention, and a country drive would get him out of the precinct.
Technically, he couldn’t close the case until he talked with this…Lewis checked the file for the name of the man he had yet to
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speak with, Evan Triamade.
Sticking his head in his captain’s office, he said, “I’m heading out to close this case.”
His captain looked up from his paperwork, a gleam of interest in his brown eyes. “Which case is that?”
“The Jeremy Yards assault.”
His captain sat back in his seat, his fingers strumming against the arm. “Maverick Brac lives there. He’s an upstanding resident here that has done a lot for this community. I know you’ve only been here under six months, but tread carefully. Do your job, but with caution. I don’t want his name turned to mud around here.”
“Yes, sir.” Lewis left the station, wishing he had just closed the case without further thought. Now he was really looking forward to this, he thought sarcastically.
Lewis was the only detective without a partner. He didn’t want one. After his last partner was shot and killed, the department tried to assign one to him, but he found ways around it. He finally put in for a transfer to this small town, hoping they allowed their detectives to fly solo. Thankfully, they did. Shrugging on his bomber jacket, Lewis headed out of the station to his vehicle. A call to assure someone would be there would make sense, but then if this Evan wasn’t, Lewis would be stuck sitting behind his desk for the rest of his shift, not something that appealed to him.
The drive took about twenty minutes, the estate located past the outskirts of town, deep into the surrounding forests. It wasn’t that bad of a day out. Spring had finally arrived after a chilly winter. The air was warm and the flowers blooming. Pulling his car down the long drive and parking it, Lewis cut the motor and got out, the gravel crunching beneath his wingtip shoes as he made his way to the front door. After knocking, he turned to study the driveway. There were at least ten trucks and a few large SUVs parked there.
“Yes?”
Lewis turned back around, seeing no one until he looked down. A
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small Asian man stood there blinking back up at him. At least Lewis thought he was a man. He was so beautiful he was almost feminine.
Shoving his hands in his front pockets, with the file tucked under his arm. “I’m here to see Evan Triamade.”
“No strangers.” The man-woman wiggled a finger at Lewis.
Didn’t this person at least speak English? Lewis remembered the last time he was here. A different male had answered the door, slamming it right back in his face with a look of pure panic in his eyes.
He chuckled at the memory.
“Keata, you’re not allowed to answer the door.” A gruff voice called out from somewhere Lewis couldn’t see.
“I hear knock knock.”
“Doesn’t matter. You come tell me, mister.” Ah, so he was male. Interesting.
The voice finally had a body to go with it. A large male glared at Lewis as he pulled the shorter man into his arms, a low growl emanating from him. “Who are you?”
Lewis rolled his eyes. As if he would want a twink. At six-three, Lewis preferred his men at eye level, not knee level. “I’m here to speak with Evan Triamade. I’m Detective Lewis Keating.”
“I remember you. You interviewed all the wol—men. Something about Cecil beating up his ex.”
“That would be me. I didn’t get a chance to talk to Evan Triamade. Is he home?” Lewis hated standing on the front steps.
Didn’t the guy at least have enough manners to invite him in to wait in the foyer?
“He’s here. Come on in. I’ll go get him.” The large man carried the smaller one away with him. The twink smiled back at Lewis over the larger man’s shoulders, waving his fingers. Lewis waved back with a smile of his own.
Ten minutes later, Lewis was staring at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen in his life.
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The fact that he had an air of lethality to him didn’t matter. Lewis wanted to know more about him. This sauntering creature was absolutely magnificent. He looked from the man’s face to his crotch then back up at his face again, hoping the guy didn’t catch what he had just done.
Mr. Magnificent extended his hand. “I hear you’re looking for me.
I’m Evan Triamade.”
Lewis shook his hand, finding himself temporarily speechless. His amber eyes were intense as he stared at Lewis. They were the most stunning eyes he had ever seen.
They both stood there in the foyer, neither one letting go of the other’s hand. Evan was staring at him quizzically, his head cocked to the side. Lewis felt as though he were being measured up.
He cleared his throat. “Detective Lewis Keating, I need to speak to you about this case involving Cecil Walters. Is there somewhere we can talk?” Lewis finally pulled his hand free, blinking to bring himself out of whatever fog his brain was in. He was on duty and a professional. He couldn’t let good looks and a killer body that he had an urge to lick all over distract him.
“Sure. Follow me.”
Lewis walked behind Evan, staring at the tight fit the denim had over such a sweet looking ass. He had to tuck his hands in his front pockets not to reach out and grab a handful. Could he bounce a quarter off of it? Lewis felt around in his pockets for change. Only his car keys could be felt. He smiled to himself. A guy could try.
