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me.” Even she heard how breathy her voice sounded. The longer she stood there, the more she became a puddle of liquid and jumping to conclusions was a very real threat. She ducked out of the cage of muscle and leather that had just surrounded her, and got on her haunches to clean up the mess. But when she felt Torque’s warm, humid breath brush over the nape of her neck and felt his body heat slam into her, she couldn’t help but close her eyes. This man was potent, far stronger than any bottle of whiskey or illicit drug. The fact she had lost her mind had her swaying as if she were the one drunk. She braced her hand on the floor so she didn’t fall on her face, but a gasp left her when a jagged piece of broken ceramic sliced right into her palm. Before she knew what was happening Torque had his big hands under her arms and had her off the floor. He pulled her with impressive balance and concentration back down the hallway, and when he found an empty room had her inside of it with the door closed on minutes later.
    “Sit.” His gruff voice brokered no argument, and when he gently pushed her on the bed so she was forced to sit on the edge of it.
    All she could do was stare at him in shock. Blood dripped down her forearm, but before it fell to the floor Torque was back in front of her, kneeling, and had a rag wrapped around her hand.
    “I shouldn’t have gotten all up on you like that. It was my fault you got all sliced up.”
    “No, stuff happens.” The room was dark, with only the glow from the parking lot lights streaming through the blinds to afford any kind of visual of what was going on. For several slightly awkward moments neither said anything, but she felt his stare on her. Delilah focused her attention on the rag that was wound tightly around her hand. Finally he pulled it off, and she could see the bleeding had already stopped.
    He was up and in the bathroom immediately, and then he was back in front of her with a wet cloth and a first-aid kit. “I’m shit at mending others, but have patched myself up plenty of times that I think I could do a decent job.” He wiped all the blood away, and the corner of his mouth cocked up.
    “Thanks.”
    He nodded and grunted in response, and now it was her turn to smile. He had her hand cleaned and placed a piece of gauze on the cut that was small as hell for how much it hurt. “You won’t need stiches.” He wrapped more gauze around her hand, and when it was secure he leaned back.
    “I should probably get out there and clean it up.” The position he was in had half his face shrouded in shadows, but she saw his gaze trained right on her. “I don’t want Dixon to have to clean up my mess.” Her words came out far softer than she had meant, but still neither moved.
    “I thought maybe you would have been married with a couple of kids by now.”
    Her cheeks became warm, but she wasn’t about to tell him she had neither of those things, and in fact hadn’t even gotten past oral while dating. “No. I haven’t found anyone that really caught my interest and doesn’t piss themselves when they find out who I’m affiliated with. Call me crazy, but I don’t want to be saddled with a douche.”
    Torque chuckled deeply and shook his head.
    “But, uh, no Old Lady for you, huh?” She shouldn’t have asked that, because honestly she knew he didn’t have anyone. She supposed she just wanted to hear him say it. And for what purpose, Delilah?
    “I’m not really the type of guy to settle down.”
    Yeah, she pretty much got that. He stood, but because she was still sitting that put his crotch right at level with her face. She curled her uninjured hand into a fist and slowly trailed her eyes up to his face.
    “I’m barely controlling myself as it is, Delilah.”
    Her chest rose and fell with the force of trying to get enough oxygen into her lungs, but she was growing lightheaded regardless. “What?” It seemed when her lust pounded inside of her she was nothing