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might be for
the best. And it might not happen here. But past six weeks had proven something—he
had a hole inside him. A big, ugly hole and it hadn’t existed until he’d fucked
up and lost Lacey.
    He wanted her back.
    If that didn’t happen, he might as well just dig a real hole
and get it done, because his life was empty without her.
    Eyes gritty, heavy, he leaned back in the seat and watched
as she continued to work the bar, side by side with a stocky, redheaded giant.
    The two of them were a pair, he mused.
    They joked around as if they’d known each other their whole
lives, it looked like.
    Broodingly, he noticed that she was laughing…a lot.
    He hadn’t given her much cause to smile. To sing. To laugh.
    “I’ll make it up to you, Lace,” he murmured.
     
    Jinks was lingering at their back as they headed out to Lou’s
car.
    Lacey slid him a look before glancing at Lou.
    He shrugged. The big guy was the quiet sort. It had been
nearly two weeks before he’d done anything more than grunt Hey in her
direction.
    Tonight, though, he was following them out to Lou’s car and
when she reached the door, he had a big hand on it to open it before she even
had a chance. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
    Jinks just grunted and headed back into the club. He was a
big dude but he moved as quick and light as a dancer. Just doesn’t seem
natural , she thought. As Lou slid into the seat next to hers, she studied
him, waiting for an answer.
    “Lou…?”
    He gave her a puzzled look.
    “Yeah?”
    “What was the deal with the escort?”
    “Hell, you know Jinks. If he’s decided he needs to follow
people out to their cars, he’s going to do it, and he might explain
why…under threat of starvation.” Lou paused, and then added, “Or cats.”
    “Cats?”
    Turning the key in the ignition, Lou shot her a grin. “Yeah.
Lou doesn’t like cats. Threaten to surround him with cats and he might do just
about anything to avoid it.”

Chapter Four
     
    She’d gone home with him.
    Brogan sat in his car outside the house, staring up at the
place and keeping himself inside through sheer will alone.
    Well, at least he knew why she hadn’t had anything pop for
home rentals when they’d tried to find her.
    She was staying with a fucking lover.
    It was the only thing that made sense.
    It ripped his heart out to think about it.
    Sitting there, staring as shadows moved back and forth in
front of the windows, he fought with the monster of rage inside him, the demon
of jealousy, and the beast of grief. He’d had her…and it looked as if he’d lost
her.
    All because he was too lost in his own head.
    Just leave , that insidious little voice murmured yet
again. But he ignored it. Any time he listened to that voice, he’d
gotten in trouble.
    He’d been listening to that voice when he’d been married.
    She had been perfect for him, after all. He’d been fresh out
of the military, recovering from an injury and trying to find a way to invest
the money his grandfather had left him. He had the training and the smarts, so
why not security? The lovely wife seemed a fit and she had helped open so many
doors…and then she’d slid a knife in his back. That little voice had told him
there was nothing wrong with all those hushed conversations and that little
voice had told him a million other lies too.
    It had been that voice that had told him not to get
too involved with Lacey… He couldn’t trust women, right? Steered him to the
wrong woman, then away from the right one. So much for trusting his instincts.
    It was time to listen to his gut now. His gut. His heart.
    If he wanted any chance at all of winning Lacey back, he
needed to stop worrying about the past and focus on Lacey. And probably cut it
with the stalker shit. He was almost positive that wasn’t going to go over well
with her.
    Get a little bit of sleep, shower and change so when he came
back tomorrow, he didn’t look like a fucking zombie.
    Maybe he could find a way to