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can get started.”
     
    Nash glared over at the trailer as Crista and Quinn
disappeared inside. What was Quinn doing here? Nash tried to concentrate on his
work as his mind whirled. What the hell was going on? Grinding his teeth, he
realized he could do nothing but wait. Fifteen minutes later, Quinn strode out
of the trailer.
    Ignoring the rush of blood to his cock, Nash walked over to
where Quinn stood, searching through the back of his Jeep.
    “Nice Jeep, but a bit out of place here, don’t you think?”
Nash drawled, coming to a stop behind the other man. Damn, he had the finest
ass Nash had ever seen.
    Quinn turned. “I had to fly into Las Vegas and I was in a
rush. This was the best I could do.”
    “In a rush? Why? Just what are you doing here, Quinn?”
    Quinn stared at Nash, his gaze almost hungry. “I work here.”
    Nash’s jaw dropped. “Like hell you do.”
    “The paperwork I just signed says otherwise.”
    “How?”
    “Well,” Quinn drawled, “I found myself bored and hot today,
so I went to the local bar to cool off. That’s where I met Doug Grayson. And
wouldn’t you know it, he offered me a job.”
    “You bastard. How the hell did you figure out where I was?”
Nash knew Quinn had deliberately searched out Doug Grayson, more than likely manipulating
him until the other man thought he was offering Quinn a job.
    But why?
    “I searched through Kayla and Cord’s home computer. Your
email was still in their inbox.”
    Damn, he should have called Cord rather than emailing him,
but he hadn’t been ready to talk to anyone.
    “You’re terrible with computers,” he said suspiciously.
    Quinn flushed slightly. “All right, so maybe I distracted
Kayla while Joe did some searching.”
    Yeah, that was more like it.
    “What about your business in Seattle?” Nash demanded. Quinn
and his brothers ran their own construction business.
    “I took some leave. I need to talk to you.” His gaze grew
intense, focused.
    “You wanted to talk to me so you manipulated Grayson into
giving you a job? Don’t you think that’s overkill?”
    “You wouldn’t answer my phone calls. I figured you’d turn me
away without listening. So I decided to make it impossible for you to ignore
me.” Quinn wasn’t a man used to hearing the word no.
    Nash felt torn. His head told him to push Quinn away. But
the rest of him wanted to pull the other man close and never let him go, no
matter what heartbreak he might end up suffering. “Well, you were right. I
don’t want to talk to you.” He forced the words out, even as his heart screamed
with pain. “So get lost.”
    “Is there a problem here?” asked a female voice.
    Both men turned toward Crista.
    She frowned up at Quinn, her gaze suspicious. Folding her
arms over her baggy dark-blue t-shirt, she stepped closer to Nash. Large
turquoise eyes surrounded by pale eyelashes peered up at him. She licked her
lips nervously, drawing his attention to her lush mouth. What would she taste
like? Sunlight glinted off her long blonde hair, which she’d swept tortuously
back into a large bun.
    If she were his, he’d insist she keep her hair down.
    “Nash?” She looked up at him, her beautiful eyes concerned,
as though she actually cared about him.
    Oh darlin’, don’t start caring about me. I’m really not
worth it.
    And yet he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure. What would
it be like to have this sweet little thing belong to him? She brought out his
protective instincts. When she looked up at him with those big eyes as if she
thought he could move the moon and stars, he immediately wanted to be that man
for her. To be the one she turned to with her needs, her wants, her problems.
    Yet the person she needed protection from the most was him.
    She needed to get out, experience life. He’d want to hide
her away in his bedroom and never let her go.
    I could train her. She’s submissive. I could show her how
to get what she needs.
    He’d been toying with the idea of