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might think about Devlin 24/7. Her face flushed. “Come on, we need
    to get to the bridge.” She walked ahead of him, darting one last look behind her. He straightened
    and met her gaze. A chill went through her. She blinked, snapping herself out of her reverie. She
    could cope with Tyler, the man of many personalities. She would keep her marriage on track no
    matter how hard she had to work on it or how hard she had to fight her burgeoning emotions for
    a man she claimed to despise.

    They made their way onto the bridge and Tyler immediately settled himself in the empty
    pilots chair. Dylan stared at Samantha from the co-pilots chair and pointed at the console.

    “I think you might just want to listen and watch the visual distress call that’s been sent to
    us. The signal conks out at points so you’ll have to rely on audio only.” He pressed the
    activation control, and crackling static poured out to them, until the channel cleared.

    “Samantha, I hope you and Johanna are receiving this message. I need your help. I’m
    into shit right up to my waist, and I don’t even think that hip-weighters will help me at this point.
    They’re coming after me, and they’ve already gotten Rory.”

    It was at this point that the view screen filled with a handsome man’s desperate image.
    He looked dirty, ragged and tired.

    “ Quinn! ” she breathed, not willing to believe her eyes. “What a prick! He has some
    nerve getting in touch with Johanna and I after what he has done.” Anger filled her being and she
    flared her nostrils and took a step forward.

    “Maybe you should give the hottie a chance,” Lucy said, as she shimmered into
    existence.

    “And maybe I should get Dylan to deactivate you.”

    “You know, you’re always threatening me with that but you never deliver.”

    “Listen to me, you little....” Samantha droned off right when gunfire rang out over the
    communiqué.

    “I’m sorry for all of the shit that I’ve disturbed in our past. Can you please forgive me?
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    Samantha, you’re the only one that I can trust. They took Rory in the middle of the night, and I
    think they’re planning on selling her to the Republican’s Slave Trade. Please don’t allow that to
    happen to her. I’m only a bloody smuggler, I’m up over my head this time.”

    Samantha grimaced, and snagged her teeth on her upper lip.

    Dylan suddenly paused the distress call and stared back at her in concern. He leaned
    forward and pierced her with his aquamarine gaze.

    “The following gets a bit sketchy, but I want to know how you feel about it right now.”

    “He cheated me out of my inheritance,” she said dully. She walked away and shakily
    poured herself a cup of black coffee. Struggling to control her rioting emotions, she just barely
    managed to bring the cup up to her lips without spilling any of the precious brew.

    “You can’t hold a grudge forever,” Tyler remarked.

    “Look who’s talking,” she scoffed, staring at Tyler and then Dylan. “This is coming
    from the two brothers that no longer associate with any member of their family.”

    “We do that, because they could not accept us!” Tyler and Dylan said almost
    simultaneously.

    “I won’t forgive him. EVER! ” she stressed.

    “What about Rory?” Tyler countered matter-of-factly. “Whether you want to
    acknowledge it or not, she’s part of your family too. Maybe we should call up Johanna to weigh
    in on this issue.”

    “Johanna, will have the same opinion that I have.”

    “I wouldn’t bet your life on it,” Dylan muttered.

    “So what do you expect me to do? Help the man that stole everything from my mother,
    and forced Johanna to quit her internship and me to go into the family business?”

    “Sorry to break this to you, Samantha, hon, but you would have gone into the family
    business either way,” Tyler pointed out.

    “Maybe I would have,” she admitted. “Okay. I admit it I had my heart