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man who’d bid that exorbitant amount, the hard, cruel man with the graying hair, took a step closer, his gaze locking upon her like an executioner regarding the condemned.
    “I bid one hundred thirty thousand,” the young man said, grinning like a wolf at the older competitor. The older man blanched, stepping back and dropping his hand.
    “One hundred thirty thousand then,” the man at the lectern intoned. “Any others?”
    The crowd held its collective breath, the tension growing more unbearable by the second.
    She watched Kurt say something to Derek, who looked back at him, eyes wide.
    Oh my God. This can’t be happening.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    “I ’m your friend. I’ll do anything for you, Kurt … but I’m not bidding on your goddamned wife.”
    The night had begun strangely, and had now slid fully into all out surreal. Here he was standing in a barn full of complete strangers, looking upon a naked woman being sold at auction — a woman who happened to be his friend’s wife.
    “If you don’t, then who knows who gets her?” Kurt’s voice lowered an octave. “I don’t know if I can take her going to some … stranger .”
    “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before slapping a ‘for sale’ sign on her ass.”
    Derek cringed as soon as he uttered the words.
    Fucking motor mouth.
    Truth be told, the visual image his words evoked disturbed him, bending her over, that breathtaking ass vulnerable, writing the words across her skin, then sending her on her way with a smack to her ass. Callous. Cruel.
    “Do I have any other bidders? Do I hear one thirty five?” The man at the lectern slowly raised his gavel, his eyes scanning back and forth over the crowd.
    “Derek, you’ve got to. I can’t stand the thought of her being away for months.”
    “Dude, you set this up!”, Still feeling like half the house was watching both of them, Derek elbowed his friend. “She … agreed, right?”
    “Yeah, but not to this. Place a bid, seriously.”
    “With what money? That’s more money than I make in two years salary, dick.”
    “You’ll have backing.”
    “What the fuck?” Derek turned. Kurt smiled, giving him a quick nod. “Backing?”
    “Backing. Come on, Derek.” Kurt lifted his chin toward the young man whose expression was a mixture of triumph and menace. “Don’t let that little prick turn her into his little toy.”
    “And if I do? What then?”
    Kurt’s eyes met his. “Then she’s yours to do with as you will.”
    Derek looked to Breanna again, trying to keep himself from looking at her incredible breasts. Her eyes were still locked on the both of them. He wasn’t sure what he saw in those eyes. Fright? Pleading? Lust?
    “Derek, it’s okay. Doesn’t the idea interest you? At all?”
    Of course it did. Very much so. And that was entirely the problem. He knew it would just end in disaster, confusion, heartache — just like the last time.
    “You have any idea how fucking awkward this is?” He didn’t really care anymore that the people around him were watching, whispering to each other at the spectacle. “She’s your wife.”
    “And she’s about to be led off in chains to some little shit who has no idea what she needs, who won’t know what to do for her. Is that what you want?”
    Goddamn him.
    “Kurt, I—”
    “I’ll help. It won’t just be you and her, Derek. Give this to her. Give this to yourself.”
    As if he were a puppet, Derek’s hand raised, the design on the placard catching and reflecting the harsh light in a dazzling pattern. “One hundred … fifty?” He glanced at Kurt, who nodded, smiling. “One hundred fifty thousand.”
    The young man spun on them with a baleful flash of cold eyes. “I bid―”
    “Sold.” The gavel came down twice, a startled titter rippling through the crowd. “For a term of service of no less than thirty days.”
    “What are you … you had other bidders!” The young man strode toward the lectern,