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sure I can’t simply kill him? It’s long overdue.”
    Ric laughed, but there was no real amusement in it.
    “Now you sound like me. I asked Her Majesty the same thing.”
    “And I take it she declined.” Aidan gave a chuckle as dry as Ric’s own. “Pity. Oh well, I can have him watched, probably. If he’s shielding as well as I suspect, it will be tougher, but I have some interesting allies in this place. You said he made no secret of his presence?”
    “None. The bastard actually toasted me.” Ric knew he probably sounded like a sulky brat but he didn’t care. This whole business was making him crazy.
    “If you really think this girl is the heiress, your job is to guard her. You’re sure she’s safe?”
    “I’m at one end of her street. Greg is watching the other end.”
    Aidan snorted out a laugh. “Hopefully none of her neighbors calls Animal Control.”
    “I’m pretty sure he prefers doing surveillance with opposable thumbs and the ability to speak.”
    Another chuckle, but Aidan’s voice grew serious. “If you think she’s really my cousin, you should probably bring her here. I had some business associates arrive tonight. Invite her to the party.”
    Ric nodded thoughtfully. “That should work, if she doesn’t think I’m a complete lunatic after tonight.” Or if she isn’t too pissed off at me for dropping her like a hot rock .
    “Show up with flowers and grovel. You’re a bard, for Lady’s sake. Convince her. And remember to tell her about the pool. Make sure she brings a swimsuit. Preferably a skimpy one.”
    Red spots swam in front of Ric’s eyes for a moment until his frazzled brain got the message. “Right. Swimsuit. Faery mark. Got it.”
    “Of course, if she is my cousin and you hurt her, remember I’ll have to kill you.”
    “Bite me.” Ric wished he was sure his friend was kidding.
     
    The insistent electronic chirping of the phone woke Meagan from the fitful slumber she’d finally fallen into several hours after Ric had dumped her on her doorstep. She pulled a pillow over her head, planning to let the machine pick it up, but as soon as it did, the caller hung up and apparently hit redial, because the ringing started all over again. Twice.
    On the third set of rings, she gave in to the inevitable, reached out and grabbed the phone, knocking a lamp and a half-full glass of water off her nightstand in the process.
    “Somebody better be bleeding,” she growled into the receiver.
    “Would groveling be okay?”
    There was silence on the line for a few moments as her semi-conscious brain tried to place the warm, sexy voice.
    Maybe this was a dream. Judging by the way her nipples were tightening up, it was possibly even a wet one. Then it occurred to her that she actually knew that voice. “Ric?”
    “None other.”
    She shook her head to clear it, make extra sure it wasn’t a dream. “What time is it?” She peered at the clock, now tilted at a weird angle. “Why are you calling me at seven o’clock in the morning?”
    She sat up and her leg bumped against something cold and metallic. Ah. She’d been so scared last night she’d taken her favorite softball bat to bed with her.
    “To apologize?” Ric’s reply sounded like a question.
    “You couldn’t have done that at a reasonable hour?”
    “And to check on you.”
    “Huh?” Did this have to do with his lock your door and set the alarm rambling last night? “I’m fine.” Well, unless you counted being really, really cranky due to frustration and lack of sleep.
    “Look, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”
    “Come in? Where are you?”
    There was a pause. Then he cleared his throat. “Um—in your driveway.”
    She crawled out of bed and crept over to the window, peeking out from under the blinds. Sure enough, there was the shiny silver Jag, sitting right behind her car. He must have seen her, because the lights flashed when she looked.
    “Yes, Meagan, I saw you,” said the warm voice over the phone,