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to go.
    As I pulled away
from the curb, I called Antony. It went straight to voicemail.
    “Call me,” I
barked into the phone before tossing it onto the passenger seat.
    What the hell
was I doing? I’d let the woman notice me. I’d been too complacent. Fuck. I was
acting like some pussy amateur. And when she’d confronted me, I should have
just shoved her into the house and broken her neck before she could scream. I
wiped at my forehead. It was slick with sweat. What was wrong with me? Why the
fuck did I care who this woman was? Why was I screwing up what I was good at?
    I put my foot
down on the gas abruptly and screamed off into the streets. I was going home. I
was going home to fuck Rachel senseless. Shit. Was she the reason I was acting
so weird? Was it that stupid dream?
    I couldn’t get
home fast enough and sped all the way, weaving in and out of traffic and daring
anyone to fuck with me. I was in the mood for a fight.
    As I screeched
to a halt in my own driveway, I was confronted with the sight of Antony’s car
parked right there. Slamming the car door shut, I pushed through the front door
violently, letting it crash against the wall.
    She was laughing
as I entered. It was on odd sound‒sweet and light. She stopped abruptly
as I entered, instead taking a sip of her wine. My anger died abruptly at the
sight of her.
    “Aaron.” Antony
raised his glass to me. “Come join the party.”
    “A party with
just the two of you? Really?”
    “It’s three now.
Although,” he got to his feet, “I gotta get going. See me out.” He winked at
Rachel. “See ya, Paige. Thanks for the drink.”
    “No problem,”
she said, smiling at him.
    I walked him to
the door and he leaned in close. “Did you get a chance to look at the stuff I
gave you?”
    “Yeah. I’ll take
care of it soon.” A million questions burned for me, but I didn’t want to talk
to him right then. I just wanted Rachel.
    “Good.” He
nodded, looking at the ground. “That’s good.” He didn’t make any move toward
the door.
    “What’s this
about?” I asked finally. I didn’t ask questions. It was none of my business who
needed to die and why, but the way he was acting was disconcerting. If this was
going to be trouble…
    His phone rang
and he answered, sounding cheerful and smiling once more. “Hold on,” he told
the person on the other end. He reached out and patted my arm. “I’ll talk to you
later,” he told me, still in the jovial tone, before he opened the door and let
himself out, still continuing his conversation.
    I reached for
the bottle and poured myself a glass before looking to where Rachel sat. I
settled myself down beside her on the sofa, putting one hand on her warm, bare
leg and rubbing at her skin.
    “Take your
clothes off.”
    Her eyes slid to
mine and for a moment I thought that she would refuse, but she stood up in
front of me. “What’s wrong?”
    I reached out
and placed my hands on her hips, before leaning forward and pulling up her
t-shirt to reveal the flat stomach that it hid. “Nothing.” I kissed her
abdomen, just above the waist of her jeans. She smelled delicious. “Just take
your clothes off. Please.”
    She paused, then
did as I asked, removing each item slowly, not as some tantalizing strip tease,
but more like she was unwrapping something special. The t-shirt dropped to the
floor, and then her bra fell, releasing her full breasts with their nipples
hard from the cold. Next were the jeans, and then the panties. I stopped her
before she could remove the latter, pressing my hand against her mound through
the cotton and kissing her just above, on her skin. “Beautiful. You should show
your skin all day,” I murmured against her. “If I could keep you naked all the
time…”
    She stiffened.
The hands that had begun to run through my hair froze just as I realized what I
had said.
    I lifted my head
up so I could look her in the eye. Her own head was bent down with her hair
hanging around her gorgeous