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money, bitch,” the guy yelled, obviously drunk.
    Quinn followed Nash.
    “You’re not owed any money, Sam,” Crista said quietly. She
flicked them a look, one that clearly ordered them to stay out of her business.
Oh she so didn’t know who she was dealing with.
    “Yeah, well, I just met with Doug and he said I could have
my money. So give it to me, bitch.”
    Quinn stiffened and took another step forward.
    “Well, I say you’re owed nothing. You have one minute to
vacate the property or I’m calling the police,” Crista replied firmly, her
voice dripping with icicles.
    The big man grew silent. Suddenly his arm shot out. Crista
stepped back, but his hand still clipped the side of her face. He spat on the
ground before turning with a snarl and striding away.
    Crista tripped in her haste to get away and fell onto her
back. Quinn leapt toward her, sliding onto his knees.
    “Stay still, baby, let me check you over.”
    Quinn heard the thick, meaty reverberation of fist meeting
flesh behind him but didn’t bother to look around. He knew Nash would take care
of the bastard. He hissed, his gaze turning hazy with rage as a bruise
ballooned on her cheek. Tears filled her eyes but didn’t spill as she looked up
at him.
    “Help me up,” she demanded.
    “Just lie there, sweetheart, until I check you over.”
    Quinn ran his hands over her body, his cock swelling as he
touched her. He cursed himself. Now was not the time to get turned-on.
    “I’m fine.” She pushed his hands away. “Please, Quinn,” she
begged.
    Tears swam in her eyes. Poor baby. She was obviously doing
her best to hold herself together. “Okay, sweetheart, let me help you.”
    Quinn supported her as she rose. She turned, her eyes
widening. Her breath caught on a little hitch before racing out on a whoosh.
    He followed her gaze, wondering what had caught her
attention.
    Nash bore down on them, his stride purposeful, gaze intense.
Blond hair fell loosely around his face, having sprung free from the tie he
used to keep the shoulder-length strands away from his tanned face. His eyes
captivated, drawing Quinn in.
    Every thought rushed from Quinn’s head as blood pounded
through his body. His dick strained against the loose, worn denim he wore. He
was going to hurt himself if he kept this up. Surely it couldn’t be healthy to
be this aroused all the time without any respite.
    Nash’s gaze focused on where Quinn held Crista, his eyes
hardening.
    Suddenly it hit him. How he could get Nash’s attention. He
simply had to ensure that he had something Nash wanted.
    Crista.
    “In the trailer. Now,” Nash snapped.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Nash stared at Crista and tried to calm his temper. She’d
probably never been anywhere near violence. When he’d seen that asshole hit
her, he’d exploded with rage. He’d known Quinn would take care of Crista so
he’d concentrated on making the bastard pay for touching her.
    Sharing a woman wasn’t something that had ever crossed his
mind, but now he found himself considering the benefits. Had he been on his
own, he’d have been torn between looking after Crista and teaching that asshole
a lesson. With Quinn there the choice had been easy.
    Crista watched him, her big eyes filled with tears, putting
as much distance as she could manage between them. She crossed her arms over
her trembling body.
    Shit, he’d actually scared her.
    “Crista,” he began, wincing at the roughness in his voice.
Turning, he took a step toward the door. Best to leave now before he terrified
her further. He’d leave her care to Quinn until he’d cleaned up and calmed
down.
    “Your knuckles.”
    Nash stopped, nearly stumbling backward as Crista appeared before
him. She grabbed his hands in hers, bringing them up so she could inspect them
more clearly.
    “They need to be cleaned or they might become infected. I
have a first-aid kit around here somewhere. Come and sit down.”
    Dumbfounded, he let her steer him toward a chair. She pushed
on