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Valente,” she said without looking at him.
    She’d decided the first time she met John Valente, the new head of the Mercado crime family, that he probably gave his own mother the creeps. He was just that loathsome.
    Tall and muscular, with short black hair and an olive complexion, John Valente was a dark, imposing figure, with rough features and a sneering smile. He had a crooked nose, indicating that it had been broken several times, a three-inch white scar running from his temple to his right cheekbone and several deep lines creasing his forehead. But those weren’t the traits that bothered her the most about him.
    Glancing up, she met his hooded gaze and a shudder of apprehension slithered up her spine. Each time she’d looked into his fathomless, dark-brown eyes, she’d been left with the feeling that the man had no integrity, no conscience, no soul.
    â€œYou aren’t leaving are you, Ms. Campbell?” Valente asked, his gravelly voice sending a chill shimmering over her skin.
    â€œThat’s Agent Campbell. And, yes, I am.”
    She started to walk away, but his hand at her elbow stopped her. “Please, won’t you stay and join me for a drink?”
    Even though she had gone through extensive training in self-defense, she had to fight the urge to keep from drawing away from him. “I can’t. I’m on duty, Mr. Valente. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
    â€œThere you are.” At the sound of Cole Yardley’s familiar voice, she and Valente both turned to watch him walking through the front doors of the clubhouse. “I’ve been looking for you, sweetheart.”
    Great. Now she had Caveman Cole to spar with as well as fending off this snake. What could she have possibly done to deserve having to deal with these two?
    â€œYardley.” Valente’s voice suddenly held a hard edge.
    â€œHello, Valente.” Yardley walked up to put his arm around her waist, then drew her to his side.
    She sucked in a sharp breath. “What do you think—”
    â€œI see you’ve met Agent Campbell,” he said, cutting her off.
    Valente dropped his hand from her elbow, but she noticed he balled it into a tight fist at his side. “Yes, we had the pleasure of meeting yesterday afternoon. I only wish it had been under different, more pleasant, circumstances.”
    â€œI’m sure you do,” Yardley said, his voice just as terse. His arm tightened around her when Valente sent a leering smile her way. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Yardley was sending some kind of proprietary signal to Valente. Turning to her, he asked, “Are you ready to leave, sweetheart?”
    â€œI can’t believe—”
    â€œI’ve got the keys to the car right here,” Yardley interrupted, holding up a keyless remote. Before she could take him to task over using the familiarity, he steered her down the sidewalk, at the same time calling over his shoulder, “See you around, Valente.”
    â€œWhat was that all about?” she demanded, starting to pull away from him.
    â€œJust play along, Campbell,” he said, holding her firmly against him as he guided her toward the SUV. “Valente’s still standing on the porch watching us.”
    â€œAnd that’s supposed to mean something?”
    â€œHe’s watching to see if we leave together.” Yardley pushed a button on the remote to unlock the doors.
    â€œAt some point, he’s going to discover we aren’t.”
    â€œWrong. He’s going to see us get in my car and leave.”
    â€œNo, he isn’t.”
    In definite caveman mode, Yardley had the audacity to take her into his arms. “Yes, he is.”
    â€œWhat do you think you’re—”
    â€œI’m making sure Valente knows to leave you alone,” he said, lowering his head.
    She started to tell him that she could take care of herself, but the moment his mouth covered