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Brady was here.
    Ah, hell. I’d like to think I was an independent woman, one who didn’t need to be rescued. I knew I could save myself—I already had. Sometimes a girl just wanted a white knight to show up, lift her onto his horse, and race away from the danger. Yeah. Even a girl like me, who gave up on white knights long ago.
    I was overreacting, but I couldn’t quell the anxiety pouring through me. Reiner hadn’t really done anything to harm me—or even to suggest he’d harm me. Yet he was still blocking me, and I really wanted to get to the door.
    “Simone.”
    For a second, I couldn’t believe my ears. That deep voice belonged to Brady.
    Reiner’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over his shoulder. I was surprised, too. How had Brady managed to get into the office without me or the lycan noticing?
    I sidled around Reiner. Brady stood just inside the door, looking like the last piece of chocolate cake on the buffet. He snaked an arm around my waist, and my knees nearly buckled.
    “Hi, honey,” he purred.
    “Hey, there.” My voice was quivering and so was I. Brady noticed, too. His mild expression didn’t change, but I felt the tension in his muscles.
    “Reiner,” he said jovially, “you’re not trying to flirt with my girl, are you?”
    Reiner shoved his hands into his pockets and laughed. “Trying, but failing, I’m afraid.”
    He sauntered to the door, forcing Brady and me to move farther into the office. Reiner pushed open the door and paused, looking at me. His gaze told me all kinds of things I didn’t want to know—such as that he liked a challenge. Then he nodded to Brady, and left.
    I tried to pry myself out of Brady’s arms, but he swung me fully into his embrace and stared at me. I could see the concern in his gaze, but I was barreling past rational straight into freaked out.
    “Don’t!” The confusion and fear jackhammering through me thanks to Reiner transferred easily to Brady. “Let me go!”
    “I’m not him.” He released me and then cupped my chin, looking deeply into my eyes. “What did he do?”
    “Nothing.” The denial was automatic. How easily old behaviors surfaced in moments of fear and fury. I’d worked hard to not be the Old Simone. The one who wept and begged and cowered and caved.
    The crazy thing was that I wanted to stay in Brady’s arms. I felt safe there—like nothing bad would happen to me if I held on to him. Maybe that scared me more than the fact that he was just as big, strong, and intimidating as Reiner.
    “Really, Brady,” I managed. “He asked if I’d work with him on some kind of doohickey for Patsy. He didn’t do anything to me.”
    “Bullshit. You’re trembling.”
    “Maybe I’m all a-flutter because of you,” I snapped. I jerked my chin out of his fingers and stomped around him.
    Brady followed me out of the office and into the garage. I was more annoyed at myself than at him. I should have better control. It rankled that I felt off-kilter. Stupid men.
    I didn’t have actual paying work today, so I figured I’d just tinker on one of my toys until somebody needed me. Two of the bays had oil-changing pits. Both were grated, so I walked across them toward my work space, which took up most of the third bay. Brady’s thick-soled boots clunked behind me.
    I gritted my teeth and whirled around.
    And smacked into Brady’s broad, muscled, ooh-la-la chest.
    He grabbed me by the elbows, which stopped me from falling backward. My palms pressed against his pectorals. His heart pounded fiercely underneath my hands.
    I looked up at him. “Your heart is beating too fast.”
    “Maybe I’m all a-flutter because of you.”
    I dropped my hands and scuttled away, feeling awkward. “You probably ran all the way here just to prove you could.”
    “Spock provided the speed.”
    Spock was his Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Classic, which I’d admired the first time I’d seen Brady racing around on it. It was cherry red and gleaming silver. An orgasm on