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huge. Well over a thousand acres and with more than a dozen outbuildings.” She glanced back at Noah to make sure he was okay. He was. Her son was on his side and still asleep. “Besides, we only have two days here. After that, I can make other arrangements for security.”
    Marin was still undecided about her future living arrangements. But returning to Fort Worth probably wasn’t a wise move. She’d need a new place, a new home, far away from danger and from her parents. First though, she had to fight this custody challenge.
    And she had to keep Noah safe.
    Of course, Lucky had taken over that task as if he’d been ordained to protect her son. She couldn’t exactly fault him for that. Yes, he’d lied to her about Dexter. Probably lied about hitting on her, as well. But she couldn’t doubt that he had her son’s best interest at heart.
    “So, what do we do about this bug?” Marin mouthed.
    Lucky glanced around. Scowled. “Howard and Lois?” he called out. “If you’re listening, and you probably are, maybe the judge and the shrink would like to know how perverted you are. Eavesdropping on your daughter having sex with her fiancé. How sick is that, huh?”
    Lucky stepped closer to her, placed his palm on the wall just behind her head, and made a throaty grunting sound. It was the exaggerated sound of a man in the throes of sex. He grunted some more, and Marin couldn’t help it, she smiled.
    Since she figured this was an impromptu outlet for all that pent-up frustration about her parents’ antics, she added some moans of her own.
    Lucky laughed. It was husky, low and totally male. And she didn’t know why—maybe it was the sheer absurdity of their situation—but their charade did indeed help ease some of the frustration.
    Well, for a moment or two.
    Then, the frustration returned and went in a totally different direction. Or rather, a too familiar, dangerous direction.
    Their eyes met and their gazes held. There it was again, that jolt of attraction that’d hit her when she first met him. Lucky was hot. But Marin remembered he was hands-off. He wanted her brother, and he’d been willing to use her to find him.
    That reminder was still flashing through her head when Lucky lowered his head. She saw it coming. He was making a move on her. Slick. Effortless. Still, even though she saw it coming, she didn’t do anything to stop it. She leaned closer into him, and his mouth found hers, letting the dreamy feel of his kiss wash over her.
    He was gentle. A surprise. She’d thought he would be rough and demanding. A bad boy’s kiss. But his mouth was as easy as his smooth Texas drawl.
    Marin slipped her arms around his neck. First one, then the other. Everything inside her slowed to practically a crawl. Except her heart. It was racing, and she could feel it in her throat.
    The slow crawling feeling didn’t last long. It couldn’t. Not with his clever kiss. When she’d first seen Lucky’s face, she’d thought of him being in a bar brawl, of his rough exterior. Of those snug jeans that hugged all the interesting parts of his body. Now, all of that came into play. All of those had drawn her in.
    Her body went from mindless resistance to being flooded with raging heat. His chest brushed her breasts. It was enough to urge her closer, to feel more of him. He was solid, all sinew and muscle, and she felt so soft in his arms.
    He hooked his arm around her waist and snapped her to him. The gentleness vanished. Thank goodness! Because what good was it to lust after a rough and tumble bad boy if he held back one of the very things that made him bad?
    Their bodies met head-on, a collision of sensations. The thoroughness of his touch. The firmness of his grip. His taste. The undeniable need of his mouth as he took the kiss and made it French.
    Yes! she thought. Yes. This was her fantasy. Him, taking her like this. Not treating her with kid gloves.
    And Lucky didn’t disappoint.
    His left hand went into her hair.