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out. Also, his arms and hands were still bound behind his back which left him little to balance with.
    Finally, Charlie leaned forward and hooked one hand under his muscular arm while keeping the Glock firmly trained on his head.
    “C’mon, big boy,” she muttered. “Let’s—” Suddenly an acrid, unpleasant smell hit her nose. “Hey!” She glared at him. “Don’t tell me you sat back there and pissed yourself!”
    “I most certainly did not,” he growled, his dignity clearly injured. “It was the male I dragged off the female he was trying to rape. He was intoxicated and fearful for his life—so much that his bladder let go. Some of his urine got on my flight leathers and boots.”
    Charlie made a grimace of disgust as he finally struggled free of the car and stood erect.
    “Well that’s what too much cheap beer will do to you. Not that I’m surprised he wet himself in fear with you behind him—you’re a big son-of-a-bitch.”
    He frowned down at her. “You keep making remarks about my size—I am no larger than most of my kind. It is not my fault that Kindred males are on average, twenty percent larger than human males.”
    “It’s not your fault but it still makes you damn big,” Charlie muttered.
    “It was my understanding that according to Earth customs, it is rude to comment on the shape and size of another person’s body,” he remarked. “I have not said that you have full hips and a rounded posterior—though I might if I was so inclined.”
    “Watch it!” The size of her hips and ass were a definite sore spot with Charlie. “I don’t appreciate personal remarks,” she told him.

    “So it’s permitted for you to talk about me but I cannot talk about you?” he shot back. “Why are you allowed to notice and remark on my size while I am not supposed to mention your luscious backside?”
    “Luscious?” she blurted without thinking.
    “ Extremely .” His eyes glinted in the dim glow of her porch light as his gaze traveled over her body.
    Charlie felt her cheeks flaming—the way her looked at her made her feel like she was wearing a leave-nothing-to-the-imagination bikini instead of a professional looking, boring gray pantsuit. For some reason her pulse began to race and her palms were suddenly damp on the handle of her Glock. What the hell was wrong with her? Her strange reaction to the big warrior made her even angrier than his remarks.
    “Look, I don’t care what you think of my ass—you better keep it to yourself, buddy,” she snapped. “That kind of talk will get you shot as fast as acting up will.” She waved the Glock menacingly.
    “Very well,” he said stiffly. “I will refrain from mentioning your personal attributes if you will refrain from mentioning mine.”
    “Deal.” Charlie prodded his arm with the gun. “Now let’s get moving. I don’t have all night.”

Chapter Four

    They got into the house just before another cramp hit her. It nearly doubled her over and to make matters worse, the big Kindred chose that moment to stumble.
    “Get up!” Charlie snapped at him, trying to ignore the pain. “I don’t have time for this.”
    “Sorry,” he growled, giving her a distinctly unfriendly look. “I was momentarily incapacitated through no fault of my own.”
    “Yeah right, whatever.” Charlie poked him in the back with the gun. “Move forward, straight ahead. First door on the right.”
    He moved in the direction she indicated and stopped in front of the white reinforced wooden door.
    “I cannot go in or work the doorknob unless you free my arms,” he reminded her.
    “Yeah, right—you wish,” Charlie snarled. The cramps had settled down to a dull ache for the moment but she knew soon they would rev into high gear. And instead of being able to take her medicine and lie down, she was stuck guarding this big bastard all night. It didn’t exactly improve her mood.
    The Kindred frowned at her. “You cannot leave my arms bound indefinitely—you