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she replied sharply, “if the woman had something he wanted.”
    A faint smile flickered. “A bargain with the devil?”
    “Help me find the man I’m looking for, and I’ll make it worth your while. I have money.” Edwina felt bubbles of hysteria building inside her. What money? She was so broke, they were about to repossess her house!
    “What did he do to you, this Holt dude, run out on the wedding? Leave you pregnant?”
    His eyes brushed her stomach, and Edwina wanted fervently to slap him. “It’s nothing like that,” she said, keeping her voice even. “This isn’t personal. It’s business.”
    She met his stare and held it defiantly, fighting the urge to look away. She was angry at his cavalier treatment, and yet she had the oddest sensation of being drawn toward him, sucked into his energy field, even though she hadn’t moved or even breathed. “Will you help me? Yes or no?”
    Edwina had no way of knowing that the man she was bargaining with had his own reasons for considering her proposition. Diablo turned and walked to the window, increasingly aware that Edwina Moody might be useful to him in a number of ways, including helping him gain entry into the Warlords. She didn’t look like a biker’s woman, but that could be remedied. What concerned him more was her inquisitiveness. He couldn’t take the chance that she might discover his own reasons for wanting to join the gang. Beyond that she could get them both crucified if she continued to blunder around openly, searching for lost bikers.
    He turned back to her, wondering if she was worth the trouble. Her eyes were still sparkling with anger, but that wasn’t the emotion that was driving her, he realized. It was something else ... anticipation. Even desperation. Her hands were knotted against her stomach, and her lips were parted expectantly.
    Interesting, he thought. Maybe she needed him even more than he needed her. If that was the case, there were ways to keep her in line. He didn’t particularly like the idea of frightening her, but he would if that was what it took.
    “Maybe we can help each other,” he said.
    “How?”
    “If this Holt you’re looking for is a biker, he’ll turn up at one of the bars, or at the bikers’ rodeo in Holy Jim.”
    “Rodeo? When is it?”
    He shook his head. “Not by yourself. Princess. You wouldn’t last two minutes.”
    “I can handle it.”
    “Right. The way you handled Mad Dog.”
    “Okay, then ... I’ll go with you.”
    He smiled lazily. “Great minds.”
    Edwina could hardly believe her good fortune. “You’d take me with you?” She unlocked her hands and started toward him. “Really?”
    “Sure. There’s just one catch.”
    She slowed up, suspicious of the smile she saw brewing in his eyes. Wicked, that smile. “What?”
    “I need a woman.”
    A slow headshake. “Ohhh, no.”
    A slow nod. “ ’Fraid so.”
    Edwina gauged her chances of talking him out of whatever he had in mind and decided the odds weren’t running in her favor.
    “I like a good bargain as well as the next woman,” she said, backing toward the French window behind her, “but not when the sale merchandise is me.”
    “You’ll like this,” he said, starting toward her.
    She flipped the window’s lock and flung the panels open. “Don’t come any closer! If I scream, the whole damn town hears it.”
    The lazy smile reappeared. “A screamer? I like that in a woman.”
    “ Help! Fire!!”
    Diablo caught Edwina in one fluid stride, dragged her back inside, and clamped a hand over her mouth. “You want to get us thrown out of here?”
    She wriggled free of the hand that muzzled her. “No—just you! You rapist!”
    He jerked her to him, flush against his powerful body. “Nobody’s going to rape anybody,” he said. “You want stud service, go get yourself a brainless hulk like Mad Dog. That’s not why I’m here.”
    Edwina fought to catch her breath. “Then why are you here?”
    “I need an old lady.” He