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house, listening to the receding rumble. It stopped, and I
hoped the bugs had registered it as fading in the distance rather
than as a cessation of sound.
    I waited for a few
minutes before heading through the house to step nonchalantly out
onto my back porch. I picked up my hoe and wandered in the
direction of my garden.
    Out of camera range, I
turned and circled the house, being sure to stay outside the
effective radius of the surveillance. As I walked up to him,
Hellhound swung off his motorcycle. He warily scanned the yard and
house before giving me a teasing grin.
    “Ya said ya got a
situation? This the kinda situation where ya got a man in your bed
an’ ya don’t want him to see the competition? Guess I shoulda
called first,” he rasped.
    I laughed and snuggled
up. “I wish it was that kind of situation.”
    “It could be, darlin’.”
He bounced his eyebrows. “I was just out cruisin’ an’ thought I’d
drop in. See if ya wanted some company.”
    “Oh, yeah, I definitely
want your company,” I assured him as I slid my hands under his
jacket, stroking his bulky, solid chest.
    He pulled me closer and
kissed me. Lust poured through me at the touch of his tongue. If
there was a hall of fame for tongues, his would be in it. Deep. I
was panting by the time he broke the kiss.
    “So what’s this
situation?” he asked.
    “Huh?” I shook my head
and refocused with difficulty. “Oh. Um. I’m under surveillance. My
house is bugged and there are cameras all around the exterior.”
    “ What? ” He
jerked upright, scanning the area again. “Aydan, what the fuck? Are
ya in danger again?”
    I sighed. “More like
‘still’. And don’t worry, the bugs and cameras are being monitored
by the good guys. Well, kind of good guys. I guess. But I don’t
want them to know that I know they’re monitoring me.”
    “What the hell’s that
s’posed to mean?” he demanded.
    “Can’t tell you.
Classified. As usual. But it’s more of the same shit with that
technology I was using last week.”
    “But you’re safe,
right? Kane’s watchin’ out for ya?
    “Yeah, no problem. It’s
just going to put a bit of a damper on my love life for a
while.”
    “No shit. But why’re ya
worried about me bein’ on camera outside the house?”
    I scuffed at the gravel
with the toe of my shoe while I thought about my reply. “Um... it’s
complicated.” I looked up at his frown. “You know how you got
caught in the crossfire last week because Fuzzy Bunny saw us
getting friendly?”
    He nodded, his face
darkening. I took his hand and stroked it, trying to erase the
memories. He closed his hands around mine.
    “Ya are in danger,” he
said flatly. “An’ you’re tryin’ to keep me out of it.”
    “Well... yeah, kind
of,” I admitted. Too bad his dumb-biker image was just a facade. I
couldn’t slip anything by him.
    “Aydan, what d’ya need
me to do?” He studied my face, and I suppressed a shudder at the
thought of what he’d already done for me. And what it had cost
him.
    “Nothing. Just don’t
get friendly with me within camera range. Or in public.”
    “Okay,” he said slowly.
His head jerked up as he glanced over my shoulder. “Speakin’ a’
situations, ya got one comin’ for ya right now, I’d say.”
    “Shit, what?” I wheeled
around to follow his gaze. My heart sank at the sight of the
approaching figure.
    “Looks like a cowboy
carryin’ a bouquet of flowers,” Hellhound observed with a chuckle.
“Ya been busy, darlin’?”
    “Shit!” I turned back
to him desperately. “You’ve got to help me.”
    “I dunno, I think ya
can take him. Save a horse, ride a cowboy, ain’t that the
sayin’?”
    “Very funny. He’s the
type to get attached. You know how I feel about getting
attached.”
    His face softened, and
he stroked the hair back from my face. “Darlin’, maybe ya should
think about gettin’ attached again. Ya been alone a long time.”
    I planted my fists on
my hips. “Are you