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“But then you won’t get to watch me Tase the asshole.”

“I’ll make that sacrifice for your safety.”

He’d sacrifice his entertainment for me. That was… curiously sweet. I shook my head, trying not to get all melty. “Do you really believe what I do is up to you?”

He sighed. “No. I can barely handle being responsible for my own damn behavior.”

“Then worry about yourself because I will never be the stupid girl who walks into danger.”

“I know you won’t. But be careful, Poe.”

The notes of concern and resignation in his voice made me smile as I slid behind the wheel of my car. Talking to him had lifted a burden off my chest. Now, I was warm and cozy, like I’d been wrapped in my favorite sweater.

“Roger, Roger. See you soon.”

11

Rabbit

Ihauled ass to Elenore’s, arriving before she did. Parking my bike in one of the few visitor spots, I made my way to her designated space and waited. She’d be here soon, and though it was foolish to get my hopes up, I couldn’t wait to see her again. And not just because she’d left here wearing that goddamn navy skirt set. I’d damn near swallowed my tongue when she’d sauntered into the living room this morning dressed like one of the two photographs I’d quietly stroked myself to sleep to last night.

Looking like the fox that caught the fucking rabbit, she walked straight up to me, patted my cheek, and told me to put my tongue back in my mouth.

It had taken every ounce of my self-control to not rip off her clothes and show her exactly what I could do with my tongue. This woman would drive me crazy, and I intended to love every minute. The way the swell of her breasts peeked out from the top of her neckline….

Damn. I was hard again. Shifting myself so my erection would be less obvious, I tracked her Toyota Prius as it entered the garage and wound its way toward me. Stepping to the side as she pulled into her space, the engine purring like a kitten, I wondered who her mechanic was. From now on, it would be me. There were a lot of shady ass mechanics out there taking advantage of women and the elderly, and I didn’t want anyone fucking with Elenore’s ride.

She climbed out of the car and smiled, really smiled. Her eyes glittered as she closed the door and headed my direction. I met her halfway.

“Hi.” She sounded almost nervous.

Her soft, sweet scent wrapped around me, and the edges of my vision grew fuzzy. My heart tried to pound out of my chest. Never in my life had a woman affected me like this, but the genuine joy dancing in her eyes was directed at me. Nobody ever reacted like that to my presence. It was… overwhelming, a powerful reward that I hadn’t done shit to deserve.

But I fucking wanted it. I wanted todeserveit.

For the rest of my life, I would crave Elenore’s excitement to see me.

I would slay dragons for that look on her face.

Whatever she wanted, I would find a way to give it to her, destroying anyone who stood in her way. It didn’t matter that I had only known her for a few days, I would do everything I could to make her happy.

As I tried to wrap my mind around this new and terrifying realization, I followed her into the building and up to her condo. The entire way, she talked, filling me in about the rich son-of-a-bitch who’d put his goddamn mother-fucking hands on her. Cameron Chamberlain. I didn’t know that piece of shit from Adam, but he sure as hell was about to know me. The moment we were behind the privacy of her front door, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her hand, spun her around to face me, and backed her against the entryway wall.

“Where the fuck do I find him?”

Her eyes widened. Then she swallowed and licked her lips. My gaze tracked her motions, and it was all I could do to keep from grinding against her to give my throbbing cock some relief. Self-restraint was never one of my strengths, but I’d never been this out of control about anyone. It was… scary as fuck, but also kind of exciting. Like racing down a winding road when you can’t see what’s beyond the next bend. Could be the destination I always seemed to be searching for, could be a fucking five-car pile-up I wouldn’t be able to stop in time to avoid. Either way, I was opening up the throttle.

“I take out my own trash, remember?”

Because she was strong and independent, which only made me want to protect her more. There had to be something I could say to set her mind at ease without lying about my intentions.

She must have taken my silence for the lame-ass stall tactic it was because her eyes narrowed at me. “He’s potentially a crucial investor. My company’s survival could depend on his family’s willingness to financially support my program. I mean it, Roger. You can’t hurt him. I’m sharing my frustration with you because I believe you’re someone I can be honest with. This is new to me. Please don’t make me regret opening up to you. If you betray my trust, I will never tell you anything personal again.”

Shit.That was one hell of an ultimatum.

“Fine. I won’t hurt him.” How could I, knowing she’d never trust me again? Oh well. There were other ways to get at the bastard. I’d just have to be creative. “I promise.”

She gave me a look that let me know she was onto me and slid away from me to drop off her purse and remove her coat. “So, what do you do when you’re not out choosing violence?”

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