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proposing?”
    “Christ, no!” The
consternation on his face made me laugh despite the gravity of the
situation.
    “I feel the same way
about getting attached as you do. I like being alone. Help me out
here. You know I’d do the same for you,” I begged.
    He grinned. “Hey, I
know you’re different, darlin’, but most chicks wanna settle down
in the end. I just thought ya might be gettin’ soft or
somethin’.”
    I smacked him on the
chest. “No, goddammit! Stop messing around!”
    I heard the soft thump
of approaching hooves behind me as Hellhound chuckled. “Okay,
darlin’, I can throw myself on this grenade for ya,” he
whispered.
    He grabbed my ass and
yanked me against him. The abrupt contact shocked an involuntary
cry out of me, quickly muffled by his lips. His fist knotted in my
hair while he kissed me hard and hungrily, his magical tongue
teasing me.
    Instant fire flared
through me. His hand slid intimately around my ass and between my
legs, and I gasped and shuddered with the sudden intensity of my
need.
    “She said no, dirtbag!
Get your hands off her!”
    Through a haze of lust,
I mentally replayed my last words and gestures and suddenly
realized how badly this could backfire.
    Tom’s boots thumped to
the ground as he dismounted behind me, and I pulled away from
Hellhound and spun to face Tom’s furious scowl and clenched
fists.
    “Tom, it’s okay. You
just misunderstood. Arnie’s a friend,” I gasped.
    He looked slowly from
me to Hellhound’s ugly, bearded face and badass leathers. “Looks
like I misunderstood something. I just don’t know what,
exactly.”
    I sighed. The horse was
eagerly devouring the bouquet Tom had dropped. Might as well make
equally short work of this situation.
    “Tom, I told you last
night that I didn’t want to take things any further with you. This
is Arnie Helmand. He’s my good friend. And my lover, from time to
time. Now is one of those times.”
    “Oh.” Tom frowned,
searching my face.
    Tires crunched on my
gravel driveway. Shit, now what?
    I turned to see Kane’s
black Expedition pull to a stop in front of Hellhound’s Harley
Fatboy.
    Jesus, my yard was
starting to feel like a Village People reunion. So far I had the
cop, the biker, and the cowboy. My overstressed brain temporarily
disengaged as I glanced toward the road, half-expecting to see a
musclebound construction worker approaching.
    Thank God, none
appeared.
    I dragged my attention
back to the situation at hand as Kane strode up. His eyes flicked
across the tableau.
    “Hellhound?” he
inquired.
    “Cap,” Arnie greeted
him noncommittally.
    Kane frowned at me.
    “John, this is Tom
Rossburn, my neighbour,” I said weakly. “Tom, I’d like you to meet
John Kane.”
    The two men measured
each other with their eyes as they shook hands. Kane returned his
attention to me. “Aydan, I need you. Now.” He turned to the other
two. “Sorry.”
    Hellhound swung astride
his bike and shot Tom a warning glance. “Ya might wanna move your
horse away. This beast’s loud.”
    Tom nodded brusquely.
Then he mounted and rode away without a backward glance.
    Hellhound gave him some
distance before firing up the Fatboy. “See ya later, darlin’,” he
rasped over the din. He lifted a hand to Kane and me and rode down
the lane.
    Kane turned to me.
“Anything I need to know about this?”
    “Nope.”

Chapter 11
    “I’m sorry to bother
you on a Sunday,” Kane said. “But I need you to check a document
over at Sirius. It’s urgent. Can we leave right away?”
    “Um. I have a bit of a
continuity issue. I have to circle around outside the cameras and
put the hoe back on my back porch. As if I was coming from the
garden.” I gazed up at him. “Why did you drive all the way out
here? Why didn’t you just call me?”
    “I tried. You didn’t
pick up. I ran the surveillance footage back so I knew you were
here, working outside. I expected you to be out back.”
    He frowned down at me,
and I suspected he