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sinking suspicion he already knew.
     
    Nearly an hour passed before Lacey left his office.
    Louis Rainier settled back behind his desk, a smile on his
lips, feeling pretty damn pleased with himself.
    He’d made her smile. Finally.
    Then he’d made her sigh.
    It had taken a long time, but Lacey had finally smiled for
him.
    It wasn’t proving very easy to lighten whatever dark cloud
had settled over her…
    The phone on his desk rang.
    “Yeah?”
    “Boss, you remember that dude you wanted us to watch for?”
    Narrowing his eyes, Lou leaned back in his seat. “Yes.”
    He’d been in contact—albeit brief contact—with Lacey’s
friend back home, Rocki. After she’d seemed so quiet and sad, he’d gotten
worried. What kind of friend would he be if he wasn’t worried? They might be
very good in the sack, and maybe he’d carried a torch for years, but she was
also one of his best friends. He was supposed to worry about her. Rocki
had all but had him seeing red by the time their brief conversation was done.
    A bastard was responsible, one by the name of Brogan
Grainger. Rich fucker. Into security. Broke Lacey’s heart. If he came around,
Rocki would appreciate if Lou broke a whiskey bottle over his head—her exact
words.
    Armed with that info, he’d done some research and then he’d
asked his own security people to watch in case the guy showed up.
    “I think he was here, boss. Scary-looking dude too.” Dugger
handled the cameras, and to him, anybody he had to look at in person was scary.
    “Shoot me the feed.” He’d seen a few pictures of Grainger
online. Spinning around in his chair, he flipped on the monitor and then
scowled as he recognized the face.
    Yeah, that was him.
    Then, eyes narrowing, Lou watched the man walk down the
hall. Studying the timestamp, he murmured, “Man, you got an eyeful, didn’t you?”
    Lacey had realized when she left that he hadn’t shut the
door all the way. She’d blushed clear down to the edge of her sexy little
corset, tempting him to strip her right back out of it.
    The door had been open—it never shut all that well and
normally he was better about closing it, but earlier, he’d had other things on
his mind. Namely, getting Lacey naked.
    Seemed somebody had likely seen things he might not have
wanted to see.
    “Boss?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Should I get Jinks down here? You want us to boot him?” Dugger
asked, his voice nervous.
    That was Dugger. Dugger was always nervous. He practically
oozed anxiety. Frowning, Lou continued to study the feed for a few more
minutes, watching the man’s face as he came striding back down the hall a few
minutes later. “Where is he now?”
    “Sitting up in the club. In a booth. Just sitting there. No
drinking, not talking. Not causing trouble, just sitting there.”
    “Leave him alone. But tell Jinks I want him keeping a close
eye on Lacey tonight—he’s not to leave until Lacey and I are in my car, got it?”
If it was just Lou, he wouldn’t worry—he could go a few rounds with the jerk. He
didn’t mind if the fucker was a bruiser or not. But he wasn’t going to drag
Lacey into it. No way, no how.
     
    Brogan had spent too many years working security not to know
when he was being watched.
    He didn’t think Lacey had made him, but somebody sure as
hell had.
    There was a big-ass man hanging by the door, although he had
his eyes trained on Lacey.
    He had two men watching him.
    Decent security, he figured, for a bar.
    They managed to keep him in their sights and still watch
their clientele, although if he’d decided to get ugly, what were they going to
do?
    Not that he was there to get ugly. He just wanted to talk to
Lacey.
    He slid her another look…and saw the big guy shoot him a
narrow one in return. Brogan smiled to himself as he toyed with his straw. He’d
wanted to order whiskey—preferably a gallon of it, but he’d stuck with a soft
drink and it was watered down now.
    He’d talk to her. Maybe not tonight, and that