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garage and waited for his targets to appear. He peered around a cement barrier and noticed a young woman with strawberry-blonde hair standing by her car, digging in her purse for a set of keys.
    “Shoot, where are those damn things? Wish I had been able to sell you like I’d planned.”
    Is she talking to her car? Why not carry them on you instead of leaving them buried in your purse? He shoved a clip in the chamber of his gun and cocked it and crouched in the corner to wait.
    Damn it, will you find your fucking keys already? He watched her dump the contents of her purse on the hood of her car. Dane held back a snarl, frustrated at the way she made herself such an easy target. It was one more example of pathetic.
    A large male appeared in the shadows. The disheveled vampire stalked her from behind several cars.
    Strange, he hasn’t smelled my presence. He’s probably too busy to notice.
    The Rogue lunged for the girl. She screamed and Dane shot forward, slamming his fist into the vampire’s jaw, knocking him back. He pushed the girl in the opposite direction, harder than he’d intended. She flew back, smacking her head against the pavement with a loud whack. That’s gotta hurt.
    The vampire staggered back. Surprise flitted across his features, then rage. “She’s mine,” he roared. “Go find your own meal.”
    “She is not food, asshole!” Dane shot him between the eyes with a UV bullet and then pumped two more rounds into his chest. The vampire dropped to his knees, burst into flames and disintegrated into a pile of ash.
    That was easy. He smiled. It faded when he noticed the unconscious female lying on the ground a few feet away. Dane went over and knelt down beside her. He turned her face toward him.
    Pretty. She had a cute uptilted nose, high cheekbones and full lips. He checked her pulse and froze as her tantalizing scent enveloped him. Blood rushed to his groin, causing his cock to swell. He scrambled back as possessiveness took him over, strangling his ability to resist.
    “What the hell is this?” He stared in disbelief as something primal inside him recognized her as his.
    Fuck, this cannot be. He leaned forward to lift her name tag off her lapel. Jenny Harlon, Marketing Department, Level One.
    She works for me? Shit, now what? He couldn’t leave her here, could he? No, it wasn’t safe in his garage anymore.
    He swallowed hard at the thought of picking her up. Desire clogged his brain as he lifted the unconscious woman in his arms and traced to his penthouse apartment in Tribeca.
    He laid her on his bed and took a step back. She would be frightened, waking up in a strange place, but leaving her wasn’t a good option, was it? Now he had to come up with some story to tell her.
    I saved you from a vampire intent on making you his next meal? I’m sure she’ll believe that one. Dane realized it had been a mistake to bring her here. He had to put some distance between them, afraid to get too close to her again. She tempted his resolve in a way he’d never experienced until now. He wanted her so badly his gums ached, and so did his dick. Lovely…
    After all this time, why now? Damn it. He didn’t like not being in control of his emotions as he tried to divert his attention from the alluring beauty in his bed. This is unbelievable. He stormed out of the room to think.

Chapter Three
     
    “Oh shit!” Jenny gasped. She sat up, taking in the expansive bedroom, completely mystified by her surroundings. A wall of glass with an exquisite view of Manhattan stretched across one side of the room. What the…? On the other side of the room, expensive artwork hung on the walls, with a sitting area off to the left.
    I’m in a penthouse suite but how did I get here? And more important, who owns this place? She scratched her head and winced. Her head hurt and she gingerly ran her finger along the back of her scalp to inspect the lump that had formed. Confusion gripped her.
    She looked down and noticed she was