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get woozy after the first one, don’t bother with the second. We want him passed out and compliant, not comatose or dead.”
    Jenna swallowed hard, but nodded. She’d been running the details of the arrangement and exactly what she was supposed to do over and over in her head. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to go according to plan.
    If she messed this up, if anything went wrong . . . Well, she would never get another chance like this one, she was sure.
    The rumble of an engine coming up the road sent her heart into palpitations. “Oh, boy, I think he’s here.”
    Almost as a single entity, the three women froze, then drew ragged breaths into their lungs.
    “Okay, this is it,” Grace said, giving Jenna’s arm a squeeze. “You can do this. It’s going to be great. And if you need anything . . . I don’t know. Call us, or send up smoke signals, or scream or something.”
    Jenna nodded, wringing her hands together as the worst case of nerves she’d ever experienced assaulted her.
    Ronnie ran up and gave her an encouraging hug. “We’re going to sneak out the back, and if we don’t hear anything from you after a bit, we’ll call a cab. But like Grace said, if you need anything, scream bloody murder and we’ll be back in a snap.”
    While Jenna stood rooted to the spot like she wasstuck to fly paper, Ronnie and Grace slipped around her and out the door at the rear of the house. A minute later, the front door rattled with Gage’s heavy knock, and Jenna wondered if there was still time to run to the kitchen and throw up.
    A second later he pounded again, and she decided puking up her guts would have to wait. Forcing herself to move, she headed for the door and yanked it open, hoping her face didn’t look as flame-hot as it felt. Hoping her mouth would work even though it felt stuffed with cotton. Hoping her heart wouldn’t pound its way out of her chest at the mere sight of Gage standing there, looking better than a winning lottery ticket, a hot-fudge sundae, and steamy, all-night sex all rolled into one.
    No matter how long they’d been separated or how many other men she’d gone out with before or after him, he was still the handsomest man she’d ever seen. Towering over her at around six-foot-three, he was built like a great oak, all broad planes and thick muscles.
    His face was a collection of hard angles and gorgeous, masculine features. Brown eyes that could go from pleasant to murky and back without warning, surrounded by lashes longer and softer than any man deserved. A hint of five o’clock shadow outlined his jaw, making him look more menacing than usual.
    If that were even possible. With his black biker boots, worn leather jacket, and a physique that would put The Rock to shame, the man all but oozed danger from every pore. He might as well have had a blinking red WARNING ! label stamped on his forehead.
    Which, of course, she’d always found amazingly attractive. Maybe it had something to do with his being almost twice her size, or how safe and protected hemade her feel, but the qualities Gage possessed that made most people quake had always turned her on. Big time.
    At the moment, his dark brown hair was military short, just starting to grow in from having been shaved to the skin. He’d been known to let it grow out well past his shoulders, too, though, tying it back with a rubber band or thin strip of leather.
    It depended, she knew, on what type of case he was working. When they’d first met and married, he’d been a uniformed officer for the Cleveland Police Department. Soon after, though, he’d transferred to vice and started working undercover. Short stints at first that gradually grew longer and longer.
    If he was infiltrating a biker gang, his hair was long and sometimes straggly. If he was infiltrating a white-supremacist group, it was the shaved skinhead look. And if it was something in between, then his hair would be somewhere in between.
    The funny thing was that