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back there.
    When she didn’t answer, he stalked through the front room and threw open the door to the back. Utter silence and darkness greeted him. She wasn’t here.
    Strange.
    He pulled the small radio from his belt and called up to the reception desk. “Marcy, did Sybil sign out early?”
    “Yeah, about a half hour ago. And I see that Peter McBride guy walking across the lot. She must not have called him—well, and he’s about two hours early. She probably thought she’d call from home.”
    “No problem,” Kellon replied. No problem at all , he thought with a dark smile. “I’ll be right up to deal with him.”
    Kellon had had enough. The games ended now.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    “Peter,” Kellon greeted Sybil’s cohort in deception. Despite his serious tone, he noticed mirth still danced in the other man’s eyes.
    Peter grinned. “I know you’re the ex. Kellon, right? But we’ve never had the pleasure.” He stuck out his hand. “Peter McBride.”
    Kellon gave a nod, his expression conveying his knowledge. “Kellon Marecek. Step outside with me?”
    “All right,” Peter replied affably. His blatant gaze ran over Kellon’s muscular upper body. His eyebrow rose. “You’re not going to pummel me or anything? I have a conference next week, and while a black eye would be an interesting conversation note, it’s not my style.”
    Kellon shook his head. “Just to talk.”
    Unless, you don’t cooperate, he amended silently.
    “Right.” The other man headed outside. Once they were on the covered pavement to the side of the outer doors, he turned to Kellon. “You want to discuss Sybbie?”
    “Keep away from her.”
    “No can do, my man.” He ran his hands over his close-fitting pants and the leather vest cut in such a way as to display his bulging pecs. “Who do you think makes my clothes?”
    “Comic-con Geeks R Us?”
    “Guess again.”
    But Kellon didn’t have to do that. Syb’s skills were obvious. “There’s a Target down the road and a Hot Topic at the mall. I’m sure they can hook you up. Stay away from my woman. And yes, before you ask, I know all about you. You might be a Dom, but you’re not her Dom.”
    “I had a feeling you’d check up on me. I checked up on you, too. Look, take my advice for what it’s worth. I’ve known her since we were toddlers, and because of that I’ll be around, and I hope I’ll see you in her life. She cares about you like I’ve never seen her care about anyone. Give her what she needs, and never let her go.”
    * * * *
    Pounding on the front door of Syb’s apartment startled her from the malaise she’d fallen into since getting home. Since she wasn’t really ill, she’d decided to do some work, but she’d been sitting at her sewing machine and staring at the fabric instead of actually sewing for the past half hour. This interruption was welcome.
    Rising, she padded to the door on bare feet. Whoever it was had better not care that she wore worn jeans with holes on one thigh and just below one of her butt cheeks. The other side was threadbare and in danger of ripping soon. She’d pulled a snug T-shirt over her loose breasts, and a couple inches of her stomach were bare, showing off her pierced navel. Away from The Dungeon , it was her time. Since she was home alone for the weekend, she wore the belly button ring Kellon had given her for her birthday last year.
    She suspected it might be Pete at the door. She’d left him a voicemail but hadn’t heard back from him. He’d promised to come over for pizza and wine and let her pour out her heart again before he left for California in the morning.
    Without checking, she pulled open the door and immediately bit back a frustrated groan. Not Peter but Kellon. Great. Not only would he likely piss her off some more, but she’d just earned herself a lecture on security and safety.
    His lips pressed together, and he let out a breath through his nose.
    “I checked the peephole,” she