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    “You are supposed to be resting. Doctor’s orders.”
    She shivered from a combination of his anger and his sexy voice.
    “I was just heading up now to rest a bit. I had that under control.”
    “Sure you did. Now move.” He took her hand but kept his arm around her waist gently as he guided her through the crowd, being sure to make a pathway so she wouldn’t get bumped. It wasn’t hard to do despite the crowded club. People saw Monte coming and got out of the way fast. It was just like when BJ was in the club. The crowds parted like the Red Sea as he walked through.
    She saw Ava on their way toward the private door that exited to the back rooms and elevator.
    “Are you okay?” Ava asked, concerned. Then she looked at Monte, and he tipped his hat at her.
    Before Susanna could answer, Monte did for her.
    “She overdid it. She needs to rest a bit. Can you handle things?”
    She raised her eyebrows at him and gave him the once-over. Susanna chuckled.
    “Take care of the patient and I’ll handle things down here.”
    He smiled and then turned Susanna toward the doorway as Ava winked at Susanna.
    The gossip was going to be even worse tonight.
    They headed into the elevator, and Susanna tried to move away from Monte. He held her against his body, and as she glanced up over her shoulder to tell him she was fine, she saw the serious expression in his eyes. He was pissed off.
    She looked up toward the surveillance camera and waved at Carl and Richie, knowing that they were watching this. Once she got into her office and the back room, there were no more cameras.
    The doors opened and they exited the elevator, making their way to her office.
    She opened it and walked into the room and immediately leaned against the desk. Her ribs were hurting, but she tried to play it off.
    “So what brings you around the club tonight?”
    He didn’t answer. Instead, he took off his Stetson and placed it on her desk, brushing by her hip as his arm passed her. She shivered from the slight contact then swallowed hard. She was completely aroused with him this close to her.
    He stepped into her space and placed his hands on the desk behind her, locking her in place.
    He stared down into her eyes.
    “First of all, you’re supposed to be resting. You’re in pain and haven’t taken anything the doctor gave you.”
    “I’m fine,” she began to say, but then he gave her that damn hard look of his, and don’t you know it shut her right up.
    Damn he’s got my panties wet.
    “Secondly, what the fuck were you doing talking with those three men and flaunting yourself at them?”
    “What? I was not flaunting myself at them. They are patrons and they came over and were talking to me.” She stared right back up at him. He was a big man and slightly bent lower to face her, but still her forehead practically hit his chin.
    She could see his cheek cave in a little. He appeared as if he was biting his inner cheek, as if trying to stop words from coming out of his mouth.
    “What?” she demanded.
    “They didn’t want to talk. They wanted down your pants. Or rather, up your skirt.” He brushed his thumb over her hip. She shivered with arousal. One touch, his close proximity, and she was a ticking time bomb.
    “Whatever, Monte. It doesn’t matter right now. I’m too tired to care.”
    She attempted to push away from him, but he had other plans.
    “Well, I do care, and so does BJ.”
    Her eyes widened in shock. BJ was there, too?
    “Yeah, honey, BJ was in the club tonight. He saw what I saw and he’s just as ticked as I am. I thought he discussed a few things with you last night.”
    She stared into his dark eyes, absorbed the firm muscular cheekbones and the bit of tattoo that appeared from under his collar against his neck. That must have hurt. He was tough. Military tough, and she knew it.
    “What few things? Why would he be pissed off?”
    “Because you belong to us and we don’t handle jealousy well.”
    Before she could reply,