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full attention.
    “Everything okay?”
    Conall shrugged at Zach’s question. “It’s from my cousin.”
    Just like that, Zach stopped caring. He knew Conall’s family. And he didn’t like them. He began to open the stack of bills. But Sara was a different story. “What’s wrong with your cousin?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Again with the lying. You know I hate that.” He saw Zach grin at that out of the corner of his eye. “What was the card about?”
    “He wants me to visit the family. But I think I’d rather set myself on fire.”
    “That seems extreme. But it doesn’t matter. We’re your family. Fuck them.” Sara Morrighan was quite the delicate flower. “Do you want to go see them?”
    “No.”
    “Then I’m forbidding you to go. Because I’m Alpha female and apparently I can do that.” Not that she ever would unless he wanted her to. Right now, though, he wanted her to. “Damn you, woman.” He playfully chastised. “I guess I’m stuck here, huh, Zach?”
    “I’m not facing those friends of hers on my own.”
    “What did I say? I want you to be cheery when you see my friends.”
    “I don’t do cheery.”
    “You will if you want to do me.” To Zach’s annoyance, Conall laughed at that. The woman never gave Zach an inch. And Conall knew that Zach wouldn’t have it any other way.
    Sara turned back to Conall . “Now I’m insisting you be here because my birthday’s coming up and I expect a party. I’m thinkin ’ Texas barbeque and line dancing.” Zach growled again, “I am
not
line dancing.” Conall nodded. “Then line dancing it is!” He ignored Zach’s glare as Sara bumped him with her shoulder and he bumped her back. The woman was like the psychotically dangerous little sister he never had.
    Zach stared at the paperwork in his hand. “What the fuck is going on with this friggin ’ water bill?”
    ***
    Miki stepped out of the limo and stared. “Are you sure this is the right address?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I do all the pick-ups for Mr. Sheridan.”
    “But this isn’t a house.” A mansion. A castle. A palace. But
not
a house.
    “I’ll get your bags, ma’am.”
    Miki nodded as she continued to stare at Sara’s new home. It was huge and on its own sprawling range of land. Next to the house was an enormous garage filled to overflowing with choppers of every shape and description as well as a couple of pick-up trucks and SUVs. She recognized Marrec’s bikes almost immediately. Seemed the Pack was giving Sara’s surrogate dad a ton of business.
    She couldn’t believe this. How could Sara be living here? Sara who was happy with a book and soda. Sara who happily worked at Marrec’s place for fifteen years and “ C’d ” her way right through high school and junior college. How could that Sara now be living in a place where the drive from the gate to the house alone was almost 10 minutes?
    Miki remembered one of Angelina’s last comments to her: “You’ll like her place. It’s nice. Just needs a porch.”
    A porch?
    The front door opened and Sara appeared. She was physically a little different. Leaner. And her hair was much longer, almost to her waist. But she was still Sara with her worn jeans, battered Harley T-shirt, and old cowboy boots. Sara’s face lit up as soon as she saw Miki and Miki hated herself for waiting so long to come see her friend.
    “Dude!” Sara charged down the stairs and straight to the limo, tackling Miki and knocking them both back into the vehicle. Sara’s laughter and excitement were infectious and, before Miki knew it, she was hugging her friend back and squealing right along with her. “You bitch! I thought you’d never come!” Sara stood up, grabbed Miki’s hand, and dragged her back out of the car. She hugged her again.
    At the same time they both said, “Your hair’s longer.”
    Then they started laughing.
    “Where would you like me to put the bags, Mrs. Sheridan?”
    Sara growled. Low and from her gut. “The name is Ms. Morrighan .