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ther draped back over my shoulders, and tucked the hem into my waistband.

gid, his hands resting on the edge of the wood as if phy

I did. He was furious that politics had force

ing misery, I was worse off than he was, wasn't I? If this

y this arrangement," I said, my voice sh

ned around, the empty bourbon glass rest

stance, stopping just outside arm's reach. "You took me to stop a bloodbath on the state

Interstate riots. I pulled you out. You owe me a life, Dexter. That's the only r

as

rds scattering across the polished floorboards. A tiny bead of cri

hing him lose control. A man who couldn't eve

stepping toward me with terrifying slowness

"I'll stand beside you at Church, I'll wear your bottom rocker, and I'll give the club the illusion of ab

boots. A dark, humorless chuc

ing into mine like twin drill bits. "Did you forget w

away from his intense heat. "We tell the charte

my chin, forcing my face back up to meet his gaze. His touch was firm, inescapable

h rough familiarity. "If you walk out of this room tomorrow morning without my scent on your skin

ath hi

thal, gravelly timber. "And in this world, a woman who isn't under the President's

ike a bucket of ice water. The outlaw

y pride was a useless shield against t

he heavy brass buckle of his tactical belt. The metal clicked open with a sharp, fin

into the fabric of my trousers, real