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his opposite hand to her cheek.
    “You fear my touch?”
    “N-no,” she stammered.
    “You give me the benefit of the doubt?”
    Taking a steadying breath, she resolutely looked up to meet his eyes, blinking back the fearful tears that pooled there.  “Yes.”  It was said with conviction, and she shuddered as she watched his eyes darken.
    “It was not your place.”
    She didn’t move, afraid the slightest gesture could set him off.  “If I’ve offended you … I-I apologize.”
    RedKnife’s fingers slid down her cheek until his thumb eased over her bottom lip.  “Not offended.  Something else .”
    Cindy tested a cautious lean back, but the hand around her throat tightened marginally as RedKnife tilted his head and stared down at her, studying her face.  Then he leaned in and inhaled deeply, and his chest rumbled.
    Fuck!  What have I done?
    Cindy lifted both hands, placing them firmly against his chest, and pushed.  “I…I have to get back to work.”
    His lips peeled back in a snarl from perfect teeth as he growled his displeasure.  Long fangs flashed at the sides of his mouth, and Cindy’s heart nearly stopped.  At first, she thought she’d angered him with her words, but then she saw his gaze jerk to the side.
    “RedKnife?”
    Frozen in place, Cindy shifted just her eyes, startled to find Monroe standing right inside the door.  Relief washed over her as RedKnife loosened his grip by a fraction.  His eyes came back to her as he ignored the CEO, roving over her features as if taking in every detail.
    “Ms. Sambrano needs to get back to work.  I’m not paying her to stand around.”
    Something in Monroe’s voice let Cindy know that RedKnife shouldn’t be forced.  The CEO wasn’t as commanding as he typically would have been.  No, he was cajoling the larger Walker.  It was terrifying, even if the man was sexier than any she’d ever seen in her life.  She kept her hands on his chest, about to push at him again, when Monroe shook his head imperceptibly.
    She stilled and lifted her eyes to slowly meet RedKnife’s.  Softly, she whispered, “I-I have to get back to work.  My boss is here.  I need this job.  I don’t want to get in trouble.”
    RedKnife’s features contorted into a sneer.  “Do you fear him?”  RedKnife jerked his head to look at Monroe, anger and challenge evident in his scowl.
    “No,” Cindy answered quickly.  “I just have a lot to do before I get off.”
    He didn’t move.
    “Please,” she quietly implored.  “I need this job.”
    He turned back to stare into her eyes.  “When?”
    She shook her head.  “When what?”
    “ When are you off?” he demanded impatiently.
    Cindy swallowed hard.  Why does it matter?   Her eyes flitted to the clock that hung behind the bar.  “Two.”
    RedKnife leaned in again, and Cindy’s heart stuttered to a halt.  For a fraction of a second she thought he intended to kiss her.  Instead, he inhaled deeply, his cheek brushing over hers as his nose brushed over her hair, another growl rumbling deep in his chest.
    “Two,” he repeated, before releasing her and walking out from behind the bar, brushing past Monroe and leaving the Crow’s Nest without another word.
    Cindy flattened both hands on the bar, suddenly needing the support to keep herself erect.  What in the hell just happened?
    “You alright?”  Monroe moved behind the bar, filling a glass with water and handing it to her.
    “Fine.”  She took the glass, lifting it with a shaky hand to sip from it as the CEO led her around the bar to the stool RedKnife had vacated earlier.  “I’m sorry, M-Mr. StoneCrow.” Her words stuttered as the storm outside the window quickly dissipated and the weakened winter sun shone through.  “I don’t know what happened.  One second he was having a drink, and the next he was behind the bar.  I told him he couldn’t be back there, but …”  She didn’t finish the sentence.
    The CEO stepped to the liquor