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The chill raised goose bumps on his skin and helped with his groin problem. Good thing. He’d set out above-the-knee swim trunks. Jammers. Spandex and PBT construction. They were fit exactly to his proportions. Created less drag...but they had other issues. They were going to show off a lot. He should’ve chosen loose-fit trunks. Then again...this misguided arousal was one-sided. LeeAnn hadn’t acted remotely interested in him.  
    Kane cinched the waist with more strength than required, and then had to let some of the nylon cord out before stepping into wet-shoes. What the hell was he doing? Thinking? He didn’t want LeeAnn interested in him! That was just more craziness this situation didn’t need.
    He grabbed his t-shirt as the phone rang. Land line. Kane yanked the receiver off the cradle with more strength than that required, too. He tightened his hand about it for a second or two before moving it to his ear.
    “Kane? You there? It’s Leon.”
    “Yeah.”
    “We have company.” 
    “Description?”
    “Police officers. Two. Unmarked car.”
    “Anybody have a warrant?”
    “No.”
    “They say what they want?”
    “They’re saying you dinged a vehicle in a parking garage in Miami this morning. They have a picture of your front bumper. Mainly the license plate area. From the exit area. Pay stall. It’s time stamped at...yep. This morning. A little after five. It’s your vehicle, all right.”
    Oh, shit.
    Hindsight was a real bitch. He wasn’t just in unfamiliar territory. He was mucking everything up while there. He hadn’t hit anything. LeeAnn had some major players on her ass. Moneyed. Connected. Fast. And smart. He should have waited in the parking garage! Not been the first vehicle to leave after a botched hit. Talk about painting a target on his back.
    “Hit the silent alarm, Leon. Red alert.”
    “You’ll be right down, then? Excellent, my man. We’ll just break out the coffee while we wait,” Leon replied. “Hey! I hope you two police officers won’t mind if I turn my tunes back on, will you?”
    Loud strains of rock music came clearly through the telephone receiver. The lights went out, diverting electricity to the perimeter. A humming sound started emanating from deep within the structure as gates went up. Spikes lifted next along the back perimeter walls. Kane tossed the phone onto the bed, along with the t-shirt. Snagged his 9mm from the nightstand drawer. Shoved it into the back of his trunks. Pushed a pair of sunglasses onto his face next. He didn’t open his door. He slammed through it. Two doors down looked like a very long way. He smacked into her door with a shoulder, knocking it off hinges, as well. For nothing.
    The space was empty.
    Just like his head must be.
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Wow .
    This was the life.
    Too bad it wasn’t hers.
    LeeAnn closed her eyes. Soaked up rays. Floated aimlessly. She was out at the pool. She wasn’t poolside. She was floating on it, atop an inflated lounger-thing. Sucking up this decadent lifestyle, even it if wasn’t hers.
    Then again, she could pretend that she belonged. Who would care? Not that Jezzie person. Oh. Wait . The woman preferred to be called Jezebel. That was the first thing she’d said after Kane set LeeAnn onto her feet, started unwrapping the sheet from about her, and then left the women together.
    Oddly enough, LeeAnn had immediately missed him. Felt vulnerable. Unsure. And really leery. Jezebel wasn’t much help. The woman didn’t appear to have a bone in her body devoted to altruism or charity. The vibes coming off her had been positively chilly. She hadn’t appeared pleased with the summons. Or LeeAnn. It felt weird being around someone who disliked her on sight. Then again, everything about this morning’s events had that problem.
    Complete weirdness.
    Jezebel had the strangest eyes, too. So dark, they were almost black. Soulless-looking. LeeAnn had glanced at her once and then avoided it. Besides, somebody had