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had as much kitty as he wanted, why would he take pictures for personal
porn? It just didn’t make sense.
    Hearing the temporary sentencing until his next court date,
her brows shot up. Being on house arrest would not allow him to make a living.
How was he to take pictures from his living room window? Or get to the bar that
he managed for the club? Granted it was a strip club, but that shit brought in
money for the club and made them legit.
    Nothing went unnoticed by Thorne. She scrutinized Romeo as
he leaned in to whisper to Dalton’s lawyer. Something was rotten in the state
of Denmark. She could feel it all the way into her bones. That gnawing gut
feeling that you know you have to listen to. There was a reason she was here,
and Thorne knew she was about to find out what it was.
    “Your Honor, if I may?”
    And here it comes…
    “You may.”
    Snider cleared his throat, tugging at the end of his tie and
giving Dalton a sidelong glance before turning his attention back to the judge.
    This put Thorne on the edge of her seat.
    “Mr. Kilpatrick will not be able to maintain a living if he
is put on house arrest at his apartment. His work is miles away from his
apartment, as is his family.”
    The judge gave a slow nod, leaning back in his throne-like
chair. “There are halfway houses around his work, I would assume.”
    “There aren’t, sir.”
    Thorne stared in amazement as Romeo stood up, decked out in
a suit that gave him a darker, more mysterious appeal that most women would
drop their panties for. Her eyes narrowed as Dalton’s lawyer introduced Romeo
to the judge as Apollo’s employer.
    “Sir, due to the mileage constraints that are on an ankle
bracelet, we have a home, within the usual ten mile radius allowed for work situations.
He would be able to stay with Espina Lopez, a decorated paramedic in our
community.”
    He. Just. Did. Not.
    Oh, he did.
    And Thorne nearly lost it right there in the courtroom. She
raised her fine, arched eyebrows, and it took everything in her not to bellow
in protest. She did not need an unwanted houseguest for three damn months.
    There was an arrested expression on Dalton’s face that let
her know he was not keen with the idea either.
    Thorne pushed herself up and squared her shoulders, having
every intention of walking out of the courthouse and not looking back. They
could kiss her brown ass.
    “You must be Miss Lopez?”
    The judge’s inquisitive voice made her pause, and she
squeezed her eyes shut at being caught trying to escape. Sighing, she opened her
nutmeg-hued eyes and turned to face the judge. “Yes, Your Honor.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “What the fuck!” Thorne hissed at Romeo once they were
outside the courtroom in the main hallway. She was furious at being cornered
like this, unable to say no to the law. That was a complete dick move on
Romeo’s part and she was going to let him know exactly how she felt about it.
    “ Chinga tu madre !” Thorne spat at the laughing Romeo
as he turned to face her, his unusually pale-green eyes lit with amusement.
    “Calm down, Thorne. I told you I needed help. You’ve
provided it.”
    Thorne felt her temples pulsating with anger as she stared
in total disbelief at Romeo while ignoring Dalton and Mace, who were just
inches behind them and could hear everything she said. “ Un culera !”
    A warning cloud settled on Romeo’s features, causing Thorne
to take a step back in uncertainty. “Enough, Thorne. I’m not asking you to take
in a fugitive. I’m asking you to help out your partner’s brother. That’s it.”
    “I don’t want, nor need, a male in my home…or anyone for
that matter, Zen James!” With hands set on her hips, she eyed him with a
calculating expression. “This is ridiculous. Hawkeye lives just down the street
from me, why can’t he stay with him?”
    It was easy to see that Romeo was getting exasperated by
her, but she didn’t care at the moment. “Didn’t you hear the conditions of the
house arrest?”