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“Do you think she’s playing us straight?”
    “I don’t have an answer to that. Amnesia isn’t my area of expertise. But what reason could she have for lying?”
    “A good question. Billy said he didn’t find anything at Marty’s office that would identify her. But then I’m not surprised, knowing how Marty managed his business.”
    “You seem moody. You feeling all right? How’s the knee?”
    “Stiff.”
    “Sorry about that. At least you’re up and moving.”
    “Up and limping,” Jacy corrected, trying not to sound bitter.
    “Anything else you want to talk about?”
    “I can’t put my finger on anything specific.” Jacy rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t going to go into what was really bothering him.
    The bottom line was his houseguest was too young, too beautiful, and upsetting his disposition. She had the power to get to him too damn easily. Normally he could control his male urges, but he’d found out on the ride down the mountain with her seated in front of him that he wasn’t infallible. To say he’d been hit hard below the belt line was an understatement. For a man who had believed he was always in control, he’d learned an important lesson two days ago—the words never and always didn’t mean a damn.
    Still he was a man who knew better than to mess with fire. Women were as dangerous as a live match tossed into a box of kindling. Knowing that—that they required a home, commitment and most often a monogamous relationship, why would any man with a brain want to play with matches?
    Men were about open air and variety—and getting out of Dodge the minute they felt flames licking at their boots.
    So if he was such a man—with a brain—how had this pretty young thing been able to raise so much havoc inside him so easily?
    She was trouble, the kind of trouble he normally stayed away from. He was tired of fighting fires and trying to survive the games he’d been forced to play at Onyxx. All he wanted to do was hide out in his cabin, alone. If he had an urge to squelch, he was fine handling it himself. And when he felt like talking to someone, there was always Matwau and Weeko ready to listen. And Koko and Tate across the lake.
    “So should I call Merrick and tell him to send someone to get me?”
    Jacy nodded. “Call him. Someone could be here in two hours.”
    “You sure you don’t want me to stay?”
    “I’m sure.”
    “All right.”
    “I want to thank you for sticking it out when Merrick brought you here a few months back. I didn’t make it easy.”
    “No, you didn’t. But that’s you. I knew what I was getting into. You’re the man, a rat fighter used to kicking ass.” Vic grinned.
    Jacy grinned back, then stuck out his hand. “It’s been good getting to know you, Vic.”
    “Same here. I’ve learned a lot. Of course I don’t plan on adopting a wild animal any time soon, or entering a wood-splitting contest, but it’s been an education I’ll never forget.”
    “You take it easy, and stay in touch.”

    Jacy was as good a cook as any woman. That was because he liked to eat. He’d learned early that unless he wanted to go hungry, he had to learn his way around a kitchen.
    Supper hot on the stove, he knocked on his houseguest’s door, and when she didn’t answer, he swung it open to find her curled up asleep on the bed, the green bedspread pulled over her. One bare foot peeked out, the taped ankle she’d sprained in the crash. Add a slender calf and a sexy knee to the picture, and Jacy was gifted with another unexpected urge that had him setting his jaw.
    He wondered if he should wake her. She needed sleep, but she also needed food to keep up her strength. She’d skipped lunch and Vic had said she had sent back her breakfast half-eaten.
    The Onyxx chopper had flown in an hour ago and picked up Vic. Jacy wasn’t used to people underfoot, and it had taken him more than a little patience to adjust to Vic sharing his space the past three months. The place was his