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Harley Dash Jordan and her class of canine trainers. The class of twelve men and twelve dogs was holding court in a yard next to his with only a chain link fence and razor wire separating them. He’d hoped when he walked out of Hinkle’s office it was the end of that particular torture, but he’d been wrong. He knew about the dog training program, was curious even, but he had no idea who ran it. Not once in the six months since he’d been at Renault had he seen the inmates training the dogs. Now that his team had written him off, and he’d be spending the next seven to fifteen years in this hellhole, he might have signed up if it weren’t for Harley Jordan.
    His former SEAL team had a German shepherd mascot named Titan and he missed the dog. He would have enjoyed working with one of the dogs in the program, but the torture of seeing Harley, a woman he could never have, was too great. Though, right now, what bothered him the most while watching Harley bend at the waist wasn’t that he couldn’t join the program, it was the other inmates who had their eyes fixed on her ass the same as him.
    Jordan must have a screw loose. No way would I allow her to commune with the inmates without being here to protect her .
    “You like watching the dogs or the ass in the air?” Cooter chuckled as he sat down beside him. Clenching his jaw to keep from responding, Kade turned his eyes away from Harley and her band of misfits and glared at the old man. “The fur on that one looks like it would be soft as silk to run your hands through. And the tail, the way it swings when she walks, well—”
    “You better be talking about the dog, old man,” Kade gritted between his teeth.
    The responding hoot told him Cooter had been baiting him. He stood to leave that part of the yard so he wouldn’t be tortured by either one.
    “Where are you going?” Cooter called to his retreating backside.
    “Somewhere I can find peace of mind,” Kade replied, heading for the weight area so he could bench press his sexual frustration into oblivion.
    It was wrong to covet another man’s wife so he needed a distraction before he ended up jacking off in the shower while Harley’s ass was in his mind’s eye. It wasn’t far enough away, though. He could still hear the distant sound of her voice as the husky tone carried across the yard, bouncing off the concrete walls as he lifted weights; calling to him like it did in his dreams all those years ago.
    As he lowered the bar to his chest, inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with air in preparation for the lift, he heard a dog yelp then bark as if it had been hurt. The sound of Harley yelling at someone caught his attention further and he stopped. Popping the weights off his chest, he placed the bar on the stand behind him and sat up just in time to see Harley go down. The guards restrained the inmate quickly, pulling him back from the dog as Harley rose to her feet, but not before Kade made a mental picture of the man who’d laid his hands on her.
    “What kind of asshole doesn’t protect his wife at a prison?” Kade mumbled as he envisioned putting a fist into the inmates face.
    “Ms. Dash doesn’t have a husband,” Scott Turner, a short man with thinning hair who was inside for embezzling half a million dollars, responded.
    Kade turned and looked at the man who barely stood five feet eight if he stretched his neck, and cocked an eyebrow.
    “I started IDTP last year, but I was allergic to the dogs and had to quit. One of the men asked her what her husband thought about her working around all these inmates. She answered back that she was divorced, but said if he’d had a problem with it, he would have been divorced sooner.”
    Kade scoffed as his eyes snapped back to Harley. A real man would have cared, would have been here to protect her; that told him all he needed to know about the former husband.
    He kept his eyes on Harley, watching for any other signs of trouble, then realized he couldn’t