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himself before surging three more times until, finally, he made a harsh sound and came. Instantly, Callie’s arms went around him as she rested her head against his chest. His heart pounded against her ear and she loved the sound of it, loved the idea that she could make this big, strong man come apart this way. “Mac,” she whispered.
    She looked up to see emotion glinting in his smoldering eyes. He bent his head to kiss her gently, brushing her hair back with one hand. “You are an amazing woman, Callie.”
    “I’m glad you think so.”
    Minutes later they repaired their clothing and cleaned up a bit. Callie locked up the shop and let Mac help her into his truck. As they headed to her house for soup and sandwiches, she asked him what he’d been up to.
    “I went to the club and did a little paperwork. Made a few calls. Not much.”
    She frowned at him. “You are supposed to be on vacation, Mac!”
    He shrugged. “Just needed to make sure things were in order over there. The decision to take some days off was kind of sudden. Not a big deal. Leah called and asked me to pick up some stuff at the feed store too, so I did that and ran it out to the ranch.” He looked over and gave her a sexy grin. “All done in record time so I could show up for our quickie.”
    “Ha. Ha. Funny.”
    “I still think I should stay with you for a while.”
    Callie shook her head as they pulled up in her driveway. “Nah, I was spooked last night but seriously, Mac, I need to handle this.”
    “I beg to differ. I really don’t want to fight with you about this.”
    Rolling her eyes, she got out of the truck and they walked into her house. She’d locked it up tight when they’d left together this morning. “Home sweet home.” Mac followed her into the kitchen and opened the fridge to gather up the makings for sandwiches and set them on the counter. While he was doing that, she went to the pantry for a loaf of bread and some canned soup.
    Anger, a wild fear, swept her when she opened the pantry door. Gasping, she stepped back and immediately felt Mac’s arms go around her from behind. “Oh my God! Oh shit, Mac, he’s been here.” Cans were lined up like soldiers, labels facing out.
    Everything was in alphabetical order. A jar of artichoke hearts, bread, and chicken noodle soup sat with the carrots and cocoa. An unopened jar of grape jelly set next to the green beans. Freaky shit! “Doug has been here. Look, Mac. He arranged my pantry.”
    “Sick fuck!”
    “Yeah, he was like this in our marriage. He had to have things just right. Crazy. I swear, he’s crazy.”
    Her heart pounded hard as she struggled to catch her breath. Sometime this morning while she and Mac had been out, he’d come into her house and touched her things. There was no smidgeon of doubt about it.
    Mac stepped back and took her arm, turning her to face him. Rage shifted over his face, coloring his cheeks. His nostrils flared. “Let me take a look around. Just sit down, Callie.”
    She shook her head. “No. I’m not a child. I’m not a victim or a wilting flower. I’m coming with you.”
    A muscle worked in Mac’s jaw. “Fine. Come on then.”
    Her house was small and it didn’t take long for them to see the mess Doug had made in the bedroom. The beautiful floral bedspread was sliced to ribbons and stuffing from the pillows was strewn around the room as if he’d been so enraged he’d wanted to inflict as much damage as possible.
    “Callie. Come here, honey.”
    Mac spoke from her bathroom so she joined him and stopped still in the doorway.
    Doug had taken a tube of lipstick and written die slut on her mirror. Tears of rage and frustration burned her eyes so Callie scrubbed her hands over her face as she struggled to get a grip on things. He’d been bad before with the calls and the watching and sneaking around to scare her but Callie couldn’t fight the feeling things were escalating out of control.
    “Oh Mac,” she whispered.
    Suddenly Mac’s