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and dropped the
towel. Her body shivered as she looked at the partially opened bathroom door.
She wanted Brody to come rushing from the bathroom right now. Tall, big, naked,
and wet.
    He had an instant effect on
Heather, like no other man ever had in her life.
    Heather hurried and forced herself
to get dressed. She actually gave a shit about what pair of panties she put on,
with the intention that Brody ’ s
hands would be tearing at them sooner than later.
    Once dressed, she sat on the edge of
the bed and waited.
    Brody came from the bathroom a
minute later, his body massive, strong, and gorgeous. He had nothing but a
towel on, his hair wet and slick, the hair on his face puffy and clean. He
smelled delicious and it made Heather ’ s
tongue hungry and eager.
    He crossed his arms again and
stood, leaning against the doorjamb to the bathroom.
    “ Talk
to me, ” he ordered. “ Last chance. Or else I ’ ll send you out there with the
guys. And you don ’ t want to
know what they intend on doing to you to get the information they want. ”
    The message was loud and clear.
Plus, if there was someone in the clubhouse that was going to hold Heather down
and demand information, she wanted it to be Brody and nobody else.
    “ Lyle
is running deals anywhere he can, ” Heather said. “ I don ’ t know much of the details. I
just meet certain clients and customers. That ’ s
my part. To help move product along while he ’ s
working on new deals. ” Heather looked at Brody. “ You
have to understand, this isn ’ t
what I wanted. I didn ’ t
sign up for it. I met Lyle in college. I was young and drunk, looking for fun.
He was this young and fast guy in a suit. He had money and a car. And he had
eyes for me. We were just … close …”
    “ You
fucked him, ” Brody said. “ You fucked him and he gave you
shit. You were his whore. ”
    Heather made a fist and thought
about hitting Brody. But, dammit, he was right. That ’ s exactly what she had been for Brody. Right up
until he didn ’ t need to
fuck her to get what he wanted. Then that stopped.
    “ When
was the first time he hurt you? ” Brody asked.
    “ A
few months after I met him, ” Heather admitted.
    “ Christ, ” Brody said. He turned and
slapped the wall. “ You
weren ’ t pregnant or
anything? ”
    “ God
no, ” Heather said. “ He was stressed to the max and I
was an easy target. ”
    “ You
let him. ”
    “ I
let him. ”
    “ And
again … and again …”
    “ You
think I don ’ t know that? ” Heather asked. “ You don ’ t think I …”
    “ Fuck, ” Brody said. He pushed from the
wall. “ I ’ m sorry, sweetheart. ” He went to the bed and sat down
next to Heather. He touched her back. “ I
shouldn ’ t say it like that.
I just can ’ t picture you
getting … I don ’ t want to. ”
    “ Thanks, ” Heather whispered.
    She wanted to kiss Brody. But his
eyes weren ’ t having it
right now.
    “ I
need to know the rest. ”
    “ This
is where it gets bad. You might want to get away from me. ”
    “ You
use? ”
    “ Fuck
no, ” Heather said. “ As fucked up as my life is, my
focus was always becoming a doctor or a nurse. I never let anything get in the
way of that. Especially drugs. Plus, I ’ d
seen so many of Lyle ’ s
customers or clients or whatever he called them. It ’ s a scary world. ”
    “ That ’ s exactly why we don ’ t want that shit in our town, ” Brody said.
    “ Well,
it is in your town. Because of me. ”
    Brody raised an eyebrow. “ What? ”
    “ I ’ m the middle person in it all.
Not all of his deals, but more than enough to make me feel like hell. The
coffee cup thing? That ’ s
me. People come to the hospital and it looks like they ’ re grieving someone. I carry two cups of coffee.
One has coffee and one has drugs. I make it look as though I ’ m consoling the person. I give
them the coffee with the drugs in it. And then they walk right out. ”
    “ Jesus
Christ, ” Brody said. “ Right