"Any ideas on what we should do for the video?” She turned to Kir, hoping to avoid Logan's lazy smile for a few moments. “What can you do that Logan can't do, other than thunderstorms?” She leaned forward, putting her chin on top of her folded hands, and stared at Kiran intently, her mind starting to drift into what she thought of as “work mode". “We need the video to prove to the others that it's really you and not some trick of Logan's."

Logan sat back and watched them quietly, his fingers casually cradling his coffee cup. Kiran nodded

slowly. “One way would be to perform some kind of miracle.” He exchanged a quick look with Logan, who shrugged. “There are differences between the magic of the Jotun and the miracles performed by the gods."

"What differences?"

"For instance, if it's associated with the spring season, I can influence it. Spring storms, flowering plants, green and growing things, are all under my influence."

"Don't forget sex and fertility."

Kir rolled his eyes, but not before she'd seen the quick heat come and go at the mention of sex. “Down, you horn-dog.” He turned back to Jordan. “So, okay, add fertility to the list."

"Is there anything Logan can do that they'd point at and say, ‘That's Loki, not Baldur'? In other words, can Logan imitate you?"

Logan's expression sobered immediately, the two men exchanging a long look. “That's been part of the problem for years. As a Trickster God, I can imitate quite a bit of what Kir can do, but if you know what to look for you can tell it's not the real deal."

Kir leaned forward and propped his chin on his hand with an irritated frown. “No matter what we do, Grimm can claim it was Loki and the others believe him. We need to come up with something that's indisputably Baldur.” Kir sat back again with a sigh. “The problem is, what can I do that Logan can't imitate?"

"Hopefully the video itself will fix some of that."

Jordan looked at Logan. He was staring at her mouth. “Earth to Logan, come in, Logan."

His gaze snapped up, his mouth curling into that devil's grin she was coming to know so well. “If they can see Baldur performing the miracles, they'll know it's really him. There are some things I can imitate, but there are one or two things I simply can't imitate. Those are the ones we'll use."

She ignored him when his gaze went once more to her mouth. “How will they know it's you and not him?"

Kir looked ... guilty. “They'll know."

She raised one brow in disbelief. “Just because they can see you?"

He nodded, looking uncomfortable.

"Are you going to share with the class?"

Kir ignored the question and began gathering the dishes.

Logan leaned forward, one finger stroking a line of fire down the back of her hand. “I'm more than willing to share.” He glanced at Kir, who was now standing behind her chair, one strong hand resting on the table beside her plate. They had her surrounded in their heat. “Are you?"

Jordan gulped. Good-bye dry panties, hello inner slut-puppy.

The satisfaction on Logan's face as he stood to help her out of her seat didn't help. Kir's hand at the small of her back, guiding her out of the room as Logan took over clearing the table was almost a relief.

Almost. Kir's hand stroked her back in small, gentle circles as he guided her into the living room. It felt so good, she almost melted at his feet.

Oh, yes. So much trouble.

Kir watched as Jordan checked out the computer, making some notes on the programs they had. She was muttering to herself, Adobe this and Movie Maker that. Logan was sprawled on the sofa, watching her with that lazy, hooded look that always sent heat straight to Kir's cock.

She bent over to examine the plugs and slots on the laptop. The fabric of her jeans stretched taut across her shapely ass, displaying it perfectly. Kir nearly groaned out loud.

She couldn't have picked a more perfect way to torture them if she'd tried.

He heard Logan move on the sofa and knew he'd had the same reaction to the sight of Jordan bent over.

He could picture one of them fucking her while the other watched, the two of them taking turns to make her scream. Better yet, one of them fucking her sweet, sweet pussy while the other reamed her tight ass, making her so tight she'd nearly squeeze their cocks off.

And none of the visuals currently running around in his head would get them any closer to their twin goals of winning their freedom and gaining their now ultimate prize: Jordan.

"So, what do you think?” He shifted in his seat as his erection throbbed against the zipper of his jeans.

Damn, he wanted her.

Logan stood and moved over to the side of Kir's chair, his gaze never leaving the small woman moving around the laptop on the dinette table.

"I can work with this, not a problem. We need to pick up a camcorder, though, one that works with YouTube.” She stood, hands on hips, her expression completely professional. The uncertain female they'd lazily seduced over dinner was gone, replaced by the confident, strong woman she'd first shown them in her office.

Kir wanted to take that woman and flip her onto her back, her legs over his shoulders as he ... Better not go there, or I'll have a permanent zipper mark on my cock.

From the uncomfortable look on Logan's face it might already be too late for him.

"I know exactly where to pick one up, too. We'll head over there tomorrow."

"Why not use yours? Don't PIs all have camcorders?"

She grimaced. “I broke it last night. Or, should I say, I had it broken for me."

Kir's eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” Someone laid hands on her? Thunder sounded off in the distance and he quickly averted his eyes. There were just some things he didn't think she was ready to see yet, the

sharp edge of his temper being one of them.

She shrugged. “Not everyone appreciates having their cheating ways videotaped. Some of them get violent. Luckily I'd already removed the tape when she took the camera from me."

"She?” Kir's tension eased a bit. From the way Logan was standing, however, the revelation that Jordan's adversary had been female hadn't alleviated any of his anger.

"The other woman, in this case. The dickhead husband just stood there and laughed.” She said the words absently, like what had happened was no big deal.

"Who was he?” Unless you knew Logan really well, you'd think the question was casual. Logan's expression was one Kir had seen before, and it did not bode well for whoever Jordan had been tailing.

Considering he wasn't happy with the unknown man either, he was not inclined to enlighten her.

Jordan didn't know Logan well enough to figure out that he was supremely pissed off. “Just a bozo who doesn't know how to keep it zipped in his pants."

Logan's head tilted. “You know, if you tell me who it is, I can visit a little something special on him.” Kir could see the fire dance in Logan's eyes, quickly doused by the other man's will.

Someone is in for an interesting time. He had no doubt that Logan would find out who the man was and make his life ... interesting, whether she told them who it was or not. He relaxed, knowing the man and his mistress would pay for laying hands on their woman.

Wait. When was that decided?

She grinned. “Like what, an STD?"

"Nah. Odds are he'll get that anyway.” Logan waved off Jordan's nod of agreement. “I mean something along the lines of dead fish in his curtain rods."

Jordan's grin melted away. “Huh?"

"Just tell your client that when she files for divorce she should let him have the curtains, complete with rods.” His expression was devilish. “Trust me."