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    “A man was beaten yesterday, and they’re doing something with the crime scene,” Mrs. Ellwood from across the street explained. “Henry really had the crap beaten out of him. They think it’s over some guns he stole, according to his daughter.”
    I blinked.
    Henry had stolen guns?
    That was why Griffin and his biker gang had beaten him up?
    Had Henry stolen their guns?
    Or had the biker gang only been after something else?
    Would I know?
    Would I have the guts to ask Griffin later on tonight?
    For some reason, I didn’t think I would.
    I’d probably chicken out, and then roll over to let him fuck me from behind again.
    Not that that hadn’t been nice, but it would’ve been nice of him to let me touch him.
    “Do you think they’ll move their cars if I ask them to?” I asked Mrs. Ellwood.
    Mrs. Ellwood looked over to me.
    “Yes, dear. Just tell them you need to leave and I’m sure they’ll be accommodating,” she explained.
    So that was how I’d gone up to the police officer at the edge of the scene and then got questioned for thirty minutes.
    “Ma’am,” the older officer said, “I’m going to need you to step back.”
    I nodded. “I will,” I said stepping back. “But I need to leave for a doctor’s appointment in twenty minutes.”
    “Ma’am,” he said, somewhat irritated, “I’m not joking. If you make me tell you again, I’ll just put you in the back of my cruiser, okay?”
    I blinked.
    “Listen,” I hesitated. “I have a doctor’s appointment that I can’t miss.”
    But I needed to tell him…
    He cleared his throat, and I looked behind me just in time to see a large shadow engulf my body.
    “Sir,” the policeman said. “What can I help you with?”
    My eyes closed in mortification.
    “The lady’s car is blocked…how about you go move it for her?” The man’s deep voice said.
    Griffin.
    Shivers tore down my body, and I looked over my shoulder in time to see the glare Griffin aimed at the poor officer.
    My God…the man had sex pulsing through his veins.
    I turned around as the officer moved past the yellow tape, gaping when I saw the huge gold star at his hip.
    The massive gun at his side.
    The cowboy hat on his head.
    Let me repeat: the cowboy hat on his head.
    Sweet Mary, mother of God!
    “H-hey,” I whispered.
    He didn’t move, nor did he say anything.
    Then moved past me without another word, making my stomach plummet into my feet.
    Snap.
    Well if that didn’t say it all right there, I didn’t know what did!
    Should’ve known… should’ve fucking known!
    Lenore Lane Drew didn’t get men as hot as Griffin.
    Well, let me re-phrase that. I didn’t get more than one night with men as hot as Griffin.
    I turned on my heel and stomped in the direction of my car, thankful that the cop I’d been speaking to earlier had moved the cruiser.
    I passed Griffin on my way, and stopped directly in front of him.
    “Thank you,” I whispered. “I would’ve missed my doctor’s appointment had you not moved it.”
    His eyes softened and he raised his hand to rest on my shoulder.
    “I’m sorry. Just been a long fuc-freakin’ night. Have a good rest of your day,” he said seriously.
    I smiled and patted his hand.
    “You too,” I said. “Hope yours gets better.”
    I drove out of the neighborhood without looking back at anyone, thinking it’d be better on me in the long run if I got rid of him now.
    ‘Cause if I did it later, it might be too cruel.
    For him at least, not me.
    The drive to Longview was a long one.
    It always was.
    The drive home was even longer, though.
    Something I had to do twice a week for at least another month, according to my doctor.
    As I drove, I tried not to think about the man with the blonde hair and haunting eyes.
    Tried not to think about how big he was…or how well he fit inside me.
    Tried not to think about what his voice did to my body, whether I wanted it to or not.
    I walked into the cancer center, smiling at the first woman I