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lost; he wasn't mentioning it. He wasn't cold, but he had grown distant over the last few hours, his dark blue eyes cool and shadowed.

"Come on over here and I'll explain what's going on."

Clint led them over to the small kitchen table where the wall and surface of the table were littered with drawings and printouts.

She laid her arm on the back of the couch, watching the four men as they talked. For once, Clint wasn't dressed in leather. He wore jeans, boots, and a white cotton shirt. The clothes, rather than detracting from the strength of his body, emphasized it instead. Black strands of hair fell over his brow as he lowered his head. discussing the operation with the other two men; the short growth of a beard and mustache gave him a rakish, wicked look. She liked it. She had especially liked the feel of it against her skin in the tub earlier.

"Your main job is to watch her." He turned then, pointing imperiously toward Morganna as she rolled her eyes. "If you know her, then you're very well aware of the fact that she's as slippery as an eel and twice as dangerous. Fuentes' men are determined to get their hands on her. If they take her, there's going to be hell to pay. From me and Reno." He stared back at the two men fiercely. "Be sure you want to take that risk."

Kell turned and winked back at her. "We've been practicing over the last two years. I think we can keep up with her."

It would have been nice if they had informed her that they actually knew Clint and Reno. She could have managed to avoid them as well.

She caught the tightening of Clint's jaw and the flare of anger in his eyes before he hid it. A sigh slipped past her lips. Pushing him past this jealousy stuff wasn't going to be easy. It was never smart to tempt a man's beast, but in this case he'd best keep the jealousy thing under control.

She had a feeling she now knew why she had never met the men in Reno's and Clint's units. Clint didn't want her anywhere around them.

"Be sure you do," Clint muttered. "And while you're undressing her with your eyes, try to leave enough clothes on her for decency's sake."

That one surprised her. Morganna lifted her brow as the other men chuckled, turning from her, but Clint's gaze lingered, dark, assessing. She winked back at him, pursing her lips in an airy kiss before rising from the couch.

"Have fun plotting and planning, boys." She looked at the clock on the wall. "I need to get showered and dressed if we're going to get out of here on time."

She had left it to the last possible moment. It wouldn't do to give Clint time to actually protest the clothes she had chosen to wear for the night.

"There's a duffel by the bed. Pack the rest of the clothes in there, Morganna. We'll be taking them with us," Clint stated absently as she headed for the bedroom.

"I'll be sure to, cupcake." She kept her back to him. "See you in a bit."

"Cupcake?" Ian turned back to Clint, his gaze going over the tall, lean form and the fierce scowl that creased his expression.

"Get fucked!" Clint growled, turning back to the plan they had laid out.

"Only one game in sight right now; do we take dibs?" Kell murmured.

Clint lifted his gaze, his midnight eyes turning icy, filled with a promise of retribution. "Ask Mace." Ian turned to Mace, a smirk on his lips. "You're still alive." "Trying out for soprano, though," Mace sighed. "That woman has a wicked knee and perfect aim. Watch your hands there, Ian my man; she can do some damage." "And if she doesn't, I will." And there was no mistaking intent behind that voice. Deadly. Menacing. Clint McIntyre had staked his claim. "Now get your head out of your pants and back to protocol here. We want to finish this up fast. I want this taken care of and taken care of now."

Chapter 24

CLINT DIDN'T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT he expected in t way of Morganna's clothes. Tight leather, maybe. The 1ittle schoolgirl outfit. His blood pressure could have had died either one. But what she walked out of the bedroom wearing an hour later damned near sent him into cardiac arrest.

The long-sleeved crop top and matching pants had sexy cutouts on the front and at the sides. Cutouts nothing, the hips and thighs were nothing but stretching straps of material and too damned narrow for his peace of mind. Her soft little pussy was barely concealed. Long sleeves covered her arms and fitted over the sides of her breasts. It covered her nipples. Maybe. The straps on her thighs were copied across her breasts, and the material stopped just below those full breasts. There was way too much silken skin left bare from the bottoms of her breasts to the juncture of her thighs, It was made to fit like a glove and that was exactly what it did.

The four-inch black heels made her legs look a damned mile long and fit for nothing but wrapping around his thighs. Clint was aware of the other three men staring at her, jaws unhinged, their eyes bulging, as she paused halfway across the room, swung out a hip, and propped her hand on it and tilted her head mockingly.

"Are you going to get dressed?" Her gaze met his, jerking him back into reality rather than the fantasy of fucking her silly in the middle of Mace's basement.

"I will if you will." He forced himself to speak, though how he managed it with the lust choking him to death, he wasn't certain.

"You're funny." She smiled gently. Gently. She didn't even bother to show the least bit of concern that he was about to cover her with a blanket and hide her in a damned closet. "But you'd better hurry. I think you said Drage was supposed to be waiting to slip us into the club."

"And leave you here alone?" He blinked back at her. Yeah, he really thought maybe he should just drag her into the bedroom and put those pajamas back on her. They were a lot better. They weren't capable of causing a riot.

"Yes, you are going to leave me in here alone with these three yahoos just waiting to make a smart comment." She arched her brow at the other men. "I'd hurry if I were you, too. Or I might end up making pancakes."

Pancakes? Oh yeah, she cooked when she was pissed.

He glared at the three men. "Touch her and I'll kill all of you. Better yet, stop looking at her. It's pissing me off."

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