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“Please,” she said around a yawn. She had become an expert in giving him one-word answers and he wondered what a full sentence would sound like from Danger.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, taking the mug of black coffee from him. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Declan said. He waited for her to finish half the mug before deciding to give her an update about what was going on back at Savage Hell.

“I have an update,” he said. Danger sat her mug on the counter, giving him her full attention. “Cillian called this morning to let me know that their man on the inside at the Dead Rabbits has confirmed that your brother is being held at a warehouse downtown.”

“I know,” she said.

“You know?” he asked. “How did you find out? I just spoke to my brother a half hour ago.”

“Lil called me,” Danger said as though it was no big deal that she was talking to his little sister.

“My sister called you?” he asked.

“Yes,” Danger said, going back to one-word answers.

“How did she even get your number?” he asked.

Danger shrugged, “No clue, but she got it somehow. We talk every day.” She was talking to Lil every day and treating him as though he didn’t exist.

“What in the actual fuck is going on here, Danger?” he shouted.

“Well, there is no need to shout, Declan,” she insisted. “Your sister is quite persistent, and she insisted that we needed to talk every day so that she could give me updates and I reciprocate. And then, we talk—you know, like friends.”

“So now you’re friends with my sister?” Declan growled.

“Why are you still yelling at me?” she asked.

“Because I’m pissed off,” Declan admitted.

“At me?” she questioned. He gave a slight nod of his head and Danger made a noise as if she didn’t believe a word he was saying to her. “Why in the world would you be upset with me?”

“I didn’t say that I was upset. I said that I’m pissed,” he reminded.

“Okay, we’re arguing semantics now, Declan. Why are you pissed at me?” she asked.

“I’m pissed off at you because you don’t say anything to me, yet you’ve befriended my sister and speak with her every day.”

“I do talk to you, Declan,” Danger insisted.

“Okay, what did we talk about yesterday, Danger?” he asked.

“Um,” she squeaked. He could tell that she was running through their conversations, or lack thereof, from yesterday. “I didn’t have anything to talk about yesterday, and I was tired. I don’t make conversation when I’m tired.”

“Did you talk to my sister yesterday?” Declan asked.

Danger rolled her eyes at him and nodded her head. “I just told you that I speak with Lil every day. Did you know that her biker name is Banshee?” she asked. He did know that about his sister. “And your brother’s biker name is Kill, although she hasn’t told me why yet.”

“I know their biker names,” Declan insisted. “But we’re not talking about my relationship with my siblings. We’re talking about the fact that you don’t speak to me, and we both live under the same roof.”

“Against my will,” she spat. “I’m here against my will because your family and friends insisted that we’re in danger, but what if we aren’t? I’m a trained MI6 agent and you seem sturdy enough to hold your own.” She looked him over and her eyes on him felt like a physical touch.

“Sturdy enough?” he questioned. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think it means. You’re a big guy and you look like you can hold your own in a fight—should there be one,” Danger said. She was right. He could hold his own in a fight, but he had a feeling that going up against her would be a losing battle.

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