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got home.
    Remember?” Natches reminded him. “Think about your knee, man. You’re only one good accident from
    being a cripple. Let’s not push it, ’kay?”
    Dawg let his grin widen. “Take it easy? Easy wasn’t what I had in mind, but taking it sure as hell is.”
    Natches stared at him suspiciously. “Don’t do something you’re going to regret, Dawg. I don’t have time
    to pull your ass out of any fires.”
    Dawg clapped him on the shoulder before moving toward the men being lifted from the cement floor and
    prepared for a nice little trip to the nearest jail cell. “No worries, Natches.” He grinned over his shoulder.
    “No worries at all. Grab her car. Tell the commander we drove in separately; they won’t know any better.
    You were just borrowing a friend’s vehicle. And I’ll catch ya later.”
    He had plans to make. Plans that included one sexy little waitress, his bed, and all kinds of wet, hot, nasty sex acts.
    The next time she turned her back on him, she would at least remember what it felt like, what it meant to be owned by him. And by God, before it was over, he would own her. Heart and soul. By fair means or by
    foul. Dawg wasn’t playing anymore.
    TWO
    She was still where he left her. Not that he hadn’t expected her to be, but it was always comforting to
    know one was right about these matters.
    “Stay put,” he told her as he moved into the driver’s seat and stuck the key in the ignition. “Wouldn’t
    want anyone to see you as we leave, now would we?”
    He flipped the music on. AC/DC rocked through the cab of the truck as he held down the button to the
    windows, opening them all the way, and peeled from the parking lot like a man on a mission.
    He lifted his hand to the state police officers in the front lot, and not for the first time was thankful that he had parked his truck alongside one of the abandoned buildings rather than coming in with the rest of the team later.
    He and Natches had been posted to watch the area through the day and give the go-ahead when the team
    could move in. It was the one thing that had saved Crista’s ass. No one would be any wiser when Natches
    explained that they had come in separately and he pulled out in Crista’s Rodeo. They might wonder, until the gossip hit that one Crista Jansen was currently residing with one Dawg Mackay on his infamous
    houseboat, the Nauti Dawg.
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    As he put distance between the truck and the scene of the arrest, he let the muscles of his neck and
    shoulders relax before turning down the music and glancing between the seats to the long bench seat in
    the back.
    Something inside him clenched at the sight of her pale face and wide, dark brown eyes. Chocolate eyes.
    She had big, dark, chocolate eyes, and he was a man that knew how to savor that particular sweet.
    “You can come up here now,” he told her, turning his attention back to driving as he turned onto one of
    the curving country roads that wound through the county.
    She moved slowly, uncurling from the backseat and moving into the empty passenger seat beside him
    before settling in and staring out the windshield stiffly.
    “Put your seat belt on.” Dawg propped his arm on the open window frame and scratched at his jaw
    consideringly as he drove.
    Beside him, Crista clipped her seat belt, moving almost hesitantly, glancing at him every few seconds with silent wariness.
    She knew she was fucked. She might not know just how well she was going to be fucked, but she was
    definitely fucked.
    “Let’s play a game,” he finally drawled in amusement as he glanced over at her.
    “We’ve been playing one for a year,” she retorted. “You just keep forgetting to forward the rules to me.”
    He grinned at that. That was Crista. Never without a snappy little comeback.
    “This is an easy game,” he promised her. “A guessing game. Tell me, if you will, exactly