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rumbling.
    "Hey, Tyber." He strolled up to the porch and rested against the portico.
    "Gregor." The men had become good friends since their initial meeting back when Tyber was helping Zanita go after Xavier LaLeche. Both were outlaws in their own way, and they loved Harleys. For men, this was a basis for a blood-brother friendship.
    Gregor glanced over at Mills, his startling green eyes flashing with ill-concealed humor. "Why, if it isn't Miss Priss."
    It was obvious that Mills was fuming. Zanita had to admit that when Mills fumed, she did look kind of… prissy.
    "Why, if it isn't the modern-day answer to the village idiot," Mills shot back.
    Tyber gave the thumbs up on that one to Mills.
    "Mills, Mills, Mills. Can't believe you absconded with my kid again. What are we going to do with you?" Gregor shook his head and made low clucking sounds with his tongue.
    Mills threw him a venomous look.
    "You know very well that you left him at my shop. Don't even try and deny it. One of my girls saw your motorcycle turn the corner." Mills didn't think it necessary to add the girl's description of Gregor. Something about him being a real babe… She exhaled noisily. "Why you two persist in tormenting me, I'll never know."
    Cody's lower lip jutted out as if on cue. "You don't like me, Mills?"
    Mills was instantly contrite. She adored Cody, but that was beside the point. "Of course I like you, Cody! This has nothing to do with whether or not I like you."
    "What exactly does it have to do with?" Gregor leaned against the door frame and purposely baited Zanita's friend.
    Zanita snickered. Mills's family roots went back to pre-revolutionary days. She was not going to be flustered by one tall, gorgeous, green-eyed man.
    Zanita was not disappointed. Mills put her hands on her hips and stared the miscreant down. "I am not talking to you. The only thing you've ever done in your life worth anything as far as I can see was producing this boy!"
    "Really." Gregor bent closer over the porch railing, resting his chin on his arm. He smiled wickedly up at her. "That's good, because I can make a bunch more just like him." He gave her a "wanna see?" expression.
    Mills shared a disgusted look with Zanita and stormed past him, heading to her car.
    Gregor and Cody watched her every move until she was out of sight, far down the drive; then as one they turned and gave each other the high five.
    "Why do you torment her like this, Gregor?" Zanita was smiling.
    "Because she's tormentable." He grinned back at her, gave Tyber a half wave, took his son, and left.
    Tyber closed the front door. "You know, it would make things a lot easier on us if those two just got together."
    "Not going to happen."
    "Why not? They seem to be always sniffing around each other."
    Zanita grinned. "Did you say sniffing or snipping?
    "Well, either."
    "Gregor is sniffing, Mills is snipping."
    Tyber shrugged as they went back into the parlor. "Yep. They are complete opposites."
    Zanita gave him an incredulous look. "Well, so are we."
    "What are you talking about? We are exactly alike."
    Zanita's mouth dropped open. "How can you say that? We are nothing alike!"
    Tyber sprawled across the couch and pretended to focus on the B movie in front of him. A mad scientist—probably a physicist—was attempting to befriend an alien that had the improbable appearance of a set of false teeth with little fluttering wings attached to it. Zanita was already entranced, glued to the set, agog.
    "What kind of movies do you like?" he purred.
    Zanita's gaze reluctantly flicked to the hunk sprawled next to her on the couch. "That doesn't prove anything."
    He never took his eyes from the TV set. "Restaurants?"
    "Coincidence."
    "Travel?"
    "Who doesn't?"
    He rolled over on the couch and crooked his finger at her. She bent toward him. He whispered something in her ear.
    Zanita blushed. "That has nothing to do with it."
    "All right. What about…" He murmured something so erotic and so sensual that it was probably