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happy that she had lights glowing for security. Her Jeep was
parked closest to the door, and he was impressed with the small
camera he spied under the eave. She wasn’t naïve or the type to
stand around wringing her hands while a man took care of her
problems. He admired that. He recognized she might never need him
for any specific purpose again, but if there was a chance he could
find a permanent spot in her life, they might make it work out. All
he had to do was convince her.
    One thing was for sure, he’d been attracted
to her for years now, and had done nothing to let her know. He
wanted to beat his own ass for being such a chicken shit. If he’d
claimed her before now, no one would have gotten the idea they
could fuck with her. Even the brain dead Rat fucks.
    She knew now, and it seemed she wasn’t
against the idea. He didn’t dare think life-long here, but for now,
well, they would have to let time decide.
    After a quick hike around the vicinity, he
found no one bothering to watch her place but the momma cat that
had a litter of kittens in an old plastic bin in the edge of the
trees. The pie tin filled with crunchy cat food sitting on top of
the dumpster told him that someone knew the furry family was there
and was softhearted enough to care for them.
    He stepped up to the backdoor and beat his
fist on the metal to get someone’s attention. The bartender was
leaving about the same time, or so he said, and went out to his
ratty old truck while John went inside, making sure the door closed
securely behind him.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Stevie was in her office with the door open,
waiting for him. She’d seen him on the camera the minute he pulled
his bike around her Jeep and parked next to it. She looked up at
his big frame coming into her room and felt a flutter in her chest.
He always had this effect on her. He was probably six foot four
inches tall and built like a centerfold in a Playgirl magazine. She
loved the way he moved, the way his eyes narrowed when he was
amused. When she first noticed him his head had been completely
bald. Since then he’d begun growing the thick dark hair, but kept
it almost military short, and it looked sexy on him. The thin line
of dark whiskers running along his jawline and moustache over his
full top lip intrigued her. Those mossy green eyes looking at her
narrowed in amusement, and she felt the blush creeping up her
cheeks for being caught studying him. She looked down at the stack
of money she’d just counted but couldn‘t remember what the total
was. Thankfully, she’d written it on the deposit slip, or she would
have had to take the time to fumble her way through counting the
bills over again in front of him.
    “I was just about ready to put this in the
safe and hit the shower and turn in. As you can see I’m fine here,
and as safe as I’d be anywhere else. You’ve been very supportive,
and I owe you an apology for almost falling apart earlier. My
brother used to say I needed to toughen up and not be such a
crybaby. Shit happens, right?”
    She got up and went to the small panel with
the safe behind it, clicked the small unseen tab on the bottom of
the frame to lift the false dial. She opened the safe and placed
the bundle of cash inside, closing it and taking her time to turn
to look at him with confidence in her body language. “You can rest
easy knowing I’m safe right here in Harry’s old room. He didn’t
have time to get the business up and running and afford an
apartment. He put all of his money into the business. You have to
go through the supply closet that leads to the room. No one knows
about it being there but me, and now you too.”
    She smiled to let him think she had it under
control. She was tough. She was alone, had been violated,
threatened, and was scared to death. She was also way too attracted
to a man that only showed a token interest in her once he thought
she needed him to help. Fuck that, if she wasn’t worth spending
time with before the