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course, it was the gate and this was a big compound, which worried him. He needed to check for weaknesses in the wall ringing the complex. Not for the first time that day he itched to have his regular weapons. The Sig was a constant friend, but more firepower would come in handy if things got rough and the violence spilled from the capital to the countryside.
    Satisfied with the gate security, he headed toward the house. Lacey met him inside.
    He told her about Marcus and added his praise of Joseph.
    “Joseph is a loyal employee, like most of my staff. He lives here on the compound and he’s a very hard worker, typical of most men in St. Marc. The ones like the men who beat the women in my compound are outnumbered by the good ones in my book,” she said.
    He wondered if he’d ever rank as a good one in her book again.
    “Thanks for taking care of that for me,” she told him. “Have a drink with me. I’ve got a bottle of the finest island rum. Dinner won’t be ready for another hour. Rose is making chicken and gravy and rice.”
    Sounded good. The smells of chicken coming from the kitchen smelled good, too. But never pleasure before business. “Want to check the place first.”
    He went to the guest room, changed into running clothes and tucked his pistol into a special jogging holster around his waist and pulled his gray T-shirt over it. After lacing up his running shoes and grabbing dark sunglasses, he headed outside.
    He chose the perimeter near the gate and broke into his normal stride, his gaze sharpened as he scanned the compound. Feet pounding against the hard earth, Jarrett fell into an easy rhythm, relishing the pull of his muscles and the burn of his lungs. Sweat dripped down his back and temples.
    Jarrett finished his run without incident and went into the house.
    Lacey sat in the living room, a glass half-filled with dark liquid. She carried her drink as she followed him into the kitchen as he fetched a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator. Rose stirred a big pot at the stove and then vanished into the next room.
    Standing at the sink, he drank deeply, sensing Lacey’s gaze. Jarrett finished the bottle and turned, amused to see her staring and licking her lips.
    Oh yeah, sweetheart, you feel it, too.
    Flushing a little at being caught ogling him, she looked away. “Enjoy your run?”
    He set down the bottle, wiped his face with the corner of his shirt. “As you can see, I do sweat.”
    A flash of heat entered her gaze.
    She sipped her cocktail. He reached over, took the glass from her and drank.
    “Hey!” Lacey protested.
    Jarrett nodded in appreciation. She’d cut it with cola, but the taste was quite potent. “Very fine dark rum. Smooth as a baby’s bottom. Too much cola, though. Rum like that should be drunk neat.”
    “Do you mind? You’re drinking out of my glass.”
    He handed her back the glass and their fingers touched. Heat blazed through him at the gentle touch. Once those fingers had explored every inch of his body, dug into his shoulders as she clung to him and cried out as he moved inside her.
    “Sweetheart, we’ve shared more than backwash...and swapped body fluid a lot more interesting.”
    At his drawled words, she flushed. They went into the living room as Lacey carried her glass and then set it on the coffee table.
    “It wasn’t only jogging, Lace. I checked out your compound. You’re too vulnerable here. Too many places open to intruders.”
    “I have an eight-foot wall topped with broken glass. No one is going to break inside my house. You see shadows in shadows.”
    “The world can be a very bad place. I’d rather see the shadows than have them surprise me.”
    Lacey sighed and the move lifted her generous breasts. He tried not to stare, but he was only human. Focus.
    “Do any of the women ever bring in visitors to the compound?” he asked.
    “No. One of the conditions of working here is that I screen all visitors. I don’t want strangers inside who might