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brow was furrowed as she looked at the backs of the retreating men and then to Charon. “Shall I call them over?”
    “Doona fash yourself,” Charon said. “After taking so long to get this meeting, the last thing I should do is keep Con waiting.”
    With one last look at the place he had seen the men, Charon followed Cassie.
    “I’m sorry,” Laura whispered when they were making their way up the stairs to Con’s office.
    Charon shrugged off her words. “I doona know what it is about this place.”
    “I like it,” she said as she leaned close and smiled. “It’s peaceful.”
    “Aye. It is that.”
    Cassie turned the corner into a large room where four men stood. Charon noted how Laura stayed close to him. By the appreciative eye the blond man standing a little off by himself was giving her Charon wanted to punch him.
    “I hope you enjoyed the tour. I’m Hal Wilson,” said the tall man with black hair and moonlight blue eyes.
    “Wilson,” Laura said as she looked from Hal to Cassie.
    Cassie smiled. “Yes, he’s my husband.”
    Charon gave a nod to Hal. “Your wife is verra proud of Dreagan. I can hear it in every word as she spoke.”
    “That’s good to hear,” said the man next to Hal. He had light brown hair and pale brown eyes that watched Charon carefully. “I’m Guy. I’m sure you’ll run into my wife, Elena, around here somewhere.”
    Charon held Guy’s gaze until the man closest to Laura, a big brute of a man with short brown hair and gray eyes, spoke to her.
    In an instant, Charon’s gaze jerked to him.
    As if knowing what he had done, the man simply grinned obnoxiously. “Nice to have you here, Charon. I’m Banan.”
    “And your wife?”
    Banan laughed easily. “Aye. Jane is probably with Elena looking for one of the kittens that got out of the box this morning.”
    Still Charon didn’t relax. He turned to the blond who watched him with a slight mocking smile and black eyes. Charon wasn’t cowed.
    He had been tortured with fists and magic alike. Had endured the agony of killing his own father in a fit of rage as he battled the god inside him.
    There wasn’t anything that could bend him.
    The tension in the room escalated. Charon could sense Laura’s growing unease as she shifted from foot to foot, causing her arm to brush his.
    Heat seared through him, and he wanted to reach for her and haul her against him. It wasn’t until the blond’s gaze once more turned to Laura that Charon heard himself growl.
    “I’m Laura Black,” she hastily said, and sent him a quick glance as she held out her hand to the blond. “I’m Charon’s assistant.”
    Charon hands curled into fists when he watched the man take Laura’s outstretched hand and shake it, his thumb gently rubbing across her skin.
    “Nice to finally meet you, Miss Black. Your e-mails were most persistent that we give Mr. Bruce a chance to state why he should carry our brand.”
    Laura smiled nervously, her green gaze darting to him. “Charon and I are delighted to be here.”
    “Why are we here?” Charon asked before she could say anything else.
    The blond lifted a brow. “I see my manners are lacking. I’m Constantine, but everyone calls me Con. As for why you’re here, Mr. Bruce, I thought you knew the reason.”
    Charon narrowed his gaze on Con and took a step to the right, putting himself in front of Laura. “What I want to know is why all of a sudden am I here? Why now?”
    “Remember I told you that you weren’t the only one guarded, Mr. Bruce,” Cassie reminded him.
    Charon wished he had listened to Laura and left her in Ferness. Had he just stepped into a trap? Were those at Dreagan working for Wallace?
    Damn, he was such a fool. He’d wanted Laura with him not just because she was good at talking with people and was a good candidate to take over his businesses, but also because he wanted to be with her.
    His actions could very well have put her life in danger. The one thing he didn’t want to