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confront her in person.”
    “Did you consider that she contacted him ?”
    “No. We’ve kept a close eye on all her Internet activity. This is something new, and if it is a rogue, I’ll make sure she never meets him.”
    Aidan could have said, We’ll make sure she never meets him , but he was no longer willing to share responsibility for Emma’s safety. He would be in charge, which was the only way he could guarantee she’d be all right and the pack’s anonymity would be protected.
    Roarke’s belligerence faded. “Have you seen the e-mail?”
    “Not yet, but I will. In fact, now that you’ve brought that up, let me take care of something.” Pulling out his phone, he sent a brief message so his tech crew could start the reverse trace.
    As he put the phone away, he glanced at Roarke. “Tell Dad I’m here tonight because I’m trying to win her confidence. I’ll know soon what we’re dealing with, and depending on what I find out, Dad might need to get me assigned as her bodyguard for the book tour.”
    “Aidan!” Roarke sighed. “Talk about a potential train wreck!”
    Aidan’s jaw tightened. “Why?”
    “You’re not the one to do this.”
    “Of course I am. I’m the most highly trained security specialist we have.”
    “And you want her.”
    Aidan tried to stare his brother down, but it was no use. Roarke’s senses were as finely tuned as his, and they were brothers, only nineteen months apart. The minute Roarke had walked into the club, he’d known.
    So Aidan said the only thing he could. “I’ll control it.”
    “What, your johnson?”
    That brought a snort from Sylvester.
    Usually Aidan rolled with his brother’s cracks, but tonight he wasn’t amused. “The situation, Roarke. I’ll control the situation.”
    “You know that’s easier said than done. Having sex with a human is risky in any context, but it’s especially dangerous with this author chick.”
    Aidan’s lips curled back from his teeth. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
    Roarke groaned. “Damn. You’ve gone alpha. Next you’ll be marking her front door with your scent.”
    “Bite me.”
    “I’m tempted. Look, Aidan, don’t go on this book tour. Okay? If she has to be watched, send somebody else.”
    “I don’t trust anyone else to handle it.”
    Roarke threw up his hands. “I see my little intervention came way too late. Dad should never have assigned you to this gig. I’ll bet he hasn’t ever cracked one of her books, has he?”
    “I doubt it, but what’s that got to do with anything?”
    “She writes good sex.”
    “That’s not—”
    “Sure it is, Aidan. I picked up a copy of Night Shift today and flipped through it. The woman knows her stuff. On top of that, the studly hero is—wait for it—a werewolf. You’re Emma’s dream guy. Who wouldn’t get sucked in by that ego trip?”
    Clearing his throat, Sylvester stepped from behind the reception desk. “I think Roarke has a point. I’ve read all her books, and if I were twenty years younger ...”
    Aidan knew then that he was in big trouble. Sylvester was a beloved uncle. Yet Aidan had the urge to go for his throat simply because the older man had indicated a sexual appreciation of Emma’s work.
    Aidan raked a hand through his hair. “You’re both right. I need to take myself off this assignment. And I will after we trace the e-mail. Maybe it’s just a kook. Any of the guys can handle a garden-variety kook.”
    “Then my work here is done.” Clapping Aidan on the shoulder, Roarke headed for the stairs. “I knew you’d come to your senses, bro,” he said over his shoulder. “You’re too smart to let a woman screw up everything.”
    Aidan wasn’t so sure about that. His genius IQ made him very good at his job, but it didn’t seem to be helping him overcome his gut reaction to Emma. And because he couldn’t seem to overcome it, he’d have to assign someone else to guard her. He wondered whether he’d be able to do that.

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