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“Apparently fairly easily and frequently,” he teased.

She blushed. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Yes, I do. But I figure I either let you ride along, or I’ll end up having to discipline you when I get back. While that can be kinky and fun, we need to focus on figuring out just what the hell is going on.”

She wrapped both of her arms around his, rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. “Last night was amazing and so was this morning. Having you push up into me is a lovely way to start the day. And I do appreciate you understanding that I need to see firsthand.”

“Part of my job is letting you experience all that you need or want to, but doing so safely.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred before nipping his shoulder and dancing away from him. She was going to be a handful, and he looked forward to every minute they were given.

Sitting down to breakfast, Brock took the napkin at her place, shook it out and placed it in her lap.

“This is the part where he pees on your leg, so all the other alpha males know you’re taken. Ouch!” Miley said, glaring at Damon as she said the last. “It’s true, and you know it.”

Damon smiled sweetly at her. “If you can’t keep that mouth of yours in check, I have a ball gag with your name on it. It was a gift from Fitz.”

Everyone laughed, and Miley flushed, although whether from embarrassment or anger was hard to tell.

Alicia looked at Miley. “I’m new to all of this. Was that Damon peeing on your leg?”

The table exploded with laughter.

“You catch on fast, girlfriend,” quipped Miley.

After breakfast, Brock and Alicia headed out, returning to the neighborhood and pulling up in the driveway to block the Mercedes.

“Ready?” he asked, placing his hand on her thigh. “You don’t have to do this. You can lock the car, and you’ll be safe.”

She leaned in and kissed him. “I’m fine, and I will never be safer than when I’m with you. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby girl.”

They walked up to the front door, ringing the bell. The woman opened the door, her smiling face going pale. She very obviously recognized Alicia. She immediately tried to shut the door but was prevented from doing so by Brock’s foot.

“Mrs. Rennault? We need to talk.”

He leaned his hand on the door, and the woman let go, backing up with a look of terror on her face.

CHAPTER 17

BROCK

Brock smiled pleasantly as the woman backed away from the door. He’d been prepared for shock and disbelief, but no, this woman knew precisely who Alicia was and therefore had known what was happening to her and had done nothing.

“I can see you recognize Alicia. That should make this go far more smoothly than I’d anticipated. So much easier to deal with lies and deceit than recrimination and tears, don’t you think? We need to have a little chat.”

“I have no interest in speaking with you,” the woman said, raising her chin.

Brock nodded. “I can understand that, but you either talk to me here and now or I go to the federal authorities, and you talk with us there.”

“You aren’t with the FBI.”

“You’re right,” said Alicia. “This is so much worse for you. Brock here is with Cerberus—the leading black ops security firm in the world. I’m not sure if he means FBI, CIA, NSA or some other alphabet agency I’ve never heard of. But I can assure you that sitting in your living room having coffee and an honest little chit chat here is as good as it gets for you.”

She took the woman by the elbow and steered her into the massive living room. Alicia could see it was meant to impress. It was entirely Ewan’s taste and devoid completely of any life or joy. Brock seemed to be holding back and letting her take the lead now that he’d gotten them in the door.

“Is that the kitchen through there?” Alicia asked, pointing toward the door.

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