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what the hell
    you were doing in the goddamned warehouse.”
    He had to snap his teeth together as anger flamed with each word, overriding the amusement he had
    previously felt. Once again, he saw her, staring up at that damned terrorist, her eyes wide, her face pale, that gun rising steadily to her face.
    She flinched.
    “My things,” she answered then, her voice haunted. “Mark had the rest of my belongings shipped from
    Virginia. I have a note. The delivery company said they were at the warehouse in one of the lockers. I
    have the key here.” She was digging in her purse, her voice shaking. “See. I have the key.”
    She held a key out to him.
    Dawg took it slowly, glanced at it, then handed it back to her. It was indeed a locker key with the initials SIY, for Store It Yourself, stamped on it.
    “Where’s the note?”
    She didn’t go digging in her purse. Her teeth were biting nervously at her lower lip instead.
    “Where’s the note, Crista Ann?” he asked her again.
    Crista flinched. “I left it in the Rodeo, my car. Back at the warehouse.”
    Dawg shook his head. “Didn’t stick it in your pocketbook, huh?” He glanced at her suspiciously.
    “It’s there. In the passenger seat.” She was gripping her hands in her lap, her fingers twisting together.
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    She used to do that every damned time she got around him. From the time she was sixteen until just a few months before she left town a little over eight years ago.
    “We’ll see,” he grunted.
    “Is this game over now?” she asked him irritably. “I’d like to go back home.”
    At that point, Dawg grinned.
    “Dawg, you are going to take me home, aren’t you?”
    He heard it in her voice. She was getting a clue.
    “Not yet.” He flashed her a quick grin, anticipation beginning to build along with the heated lust at the knowledge he saw in her eyes.
    “Where are you taking me then?”
    “Your new home.”
    “And that’s where?” She pushed the question through gritted teeth. Dawg almost chuckled. Oh yeah,
    things were changing now.
    “We’ll play your question and answer game later,” he retorted, refusing to answer her for the time being.
    “For now, let me ask you this: Do you have any clue what the hell was going on in that warehouse?”
    She breathed out wearily, leaned her head back against the seat, and said, “Drugs?” It was said with such an air of resignation that he was inclined to believe that maybe she wasn’t involved with terrorists.
    With her background, it was damned difficult to believe she was. Her brother, Alex, was one of the finest Special Forces soldiers Dawg had ever known, his reputation was solid, and Dawg knew for a fact it had
    been Alex who had raised Crista.
    “Know how much trouble you’re in?”
    He glanced over in time to see her lashes drift closed, feathering over her cheeks like dark shadows.
    “Are you taking me to jail?”
    Was he?
    Hell no, he wasn’t. If he was going to turn her over to the authorities, he would have done so in the
    warehouse. He was damned stupid was what he was. A horny fool.
    “Not yet.” He tightened his lips before moving his hand from his cheek and letting his forefinger brush
    over his lips, remembering her kiss as he watched the road thoughtfully, his elbow still propped on the
    window frame.
    Damn if he wasn’t stepping into a mess this time.
    “What are you going to do, Dawg?” she asked him quietly.
    The sound of her voice made him harder. Not just hard, hell, his dick had been hard since the day he
    glimpsed her walking down Main Street a year ago and knew she was back, even before he caught sight of
    her face. No, he was harder. Painfully hard.
    A vision of her head lowering to his cock suddenly had his entire body clenching painfully. Wide,
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