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He growls low under his breath, checks behind him, then leans in for a kiss, savoring my bottom lip. “You have a bad dream… come get me. I’ll do what I can. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say with a grin, my stomach sinking as he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.

I tug off my clothes and pull on the T-shirt he left for me earlier. It’s been washed and the scent of his body no longer lingers on it. Instead, it’s been replaced by something that smells more like soft rain or fresh cut grass.

Either way, his pillow still smells like him. I cuddle into the soft bed replaying everything that just happened.

I sat on his face.A spark of electricity rolls through me at the memory of his hands on my ass as I came.

What’s wrong with me? My friend went missing tonight and I’m playing fantasy life with a guy twenty years older than me.

I pick up my phone and pull up the text chain Maci and I have had going since we met at the record store.

Me: Don’t think I’m a terrible friend but your disappearance has somehow led me into bed with Hank.

Me: I sat on his face. I had no idea a beard could feel so good scrubbing and tickling everything.

I pause, wondering who could be reading this. Her captors, or maybe the police. Hell, my brother or his men after they find her.Shit, hopefully it’s just her.

Me: Please tell me you’re okay.

My stomach ties in knots as I watch the message sit on delivered. She’s usually so quick with responses.

Laying back on Hank’s pillow, I breathe in the scent of him that lingers on the fabric. He’s so masculine. Everything about him. His shaggy beard, the gruff way he talks, his big, sandpaper palms, his strength, his weight, his voice, the dark ink that streaks up and down his arms and across his neck.

Ugh… what the hell is happening to me and how will I ever keep any of this from my brother?

Chapter Six

Hank

Ghost had already fallen asleep by the time I made it out to the couch last night, so I did my best to drift off, though I did check Abby multiple times in hopes of ‘bad dreams’ I could soothe. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she was passed the fuck out. She needed sleep. Yesterday was a nightmare, and I’m sure her body needed time to repair itself.

“You’re up early,” Ghost groans as he flips on the coffee pot. “I’ve got a job out in the Springs today. A marital thing. I’ve gotta do some research, follow this dude for a while, and get a feel. What about you?”

“Taking Abby to work. Gonna check on a few things in town. But, ugh, thought we weren’t taking jobs right now. I mean, Duke is pissed I’m helping with this kidnapping thing.”

“This isn’t a job. It’s a hobby. I don’t think it’ll result in a hit. More… a gentle reminder.”

I laugh under my breath at the thought of what our gentle reminders look like. Last year out in Texas, we had to give multiple ‘gentle reminders’to a biker gang that had come into town looking for a war. “You should take the break, man. You were pretty close to snapping back in Texas. That last job wore you out.”

He shakes his head and grabs a mug down from the cabinet. “You remember those days when we were out in thedesert? Those blisteringly hot days when there wasn’t enough water to keep us satisfied, and the fuckin’ dust was so far up your nose you couldn’t breathe right?”

I nod, half knowing where this conversation is going. “I miss the stakes, too. Not knowing where the day would go, getting jacked on adrenaline, not sleeping for days because the high was so high, but it’s not sustainable, man.”

“It’s not, but I don’t need a break. I need a challenge. I need to feel alive again.”

I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly as the back-room door creaks open.

“Morning!” Abby’s voice is bright and happy despite the fact that she’s wearing the classic all black outfit.

“Morning!” Ghost grunts, pouring himself coffee before carrying the mug with him toward the front door. “I gotta get moving. Take care today.”

“He okay?” Abby says, pulling herself up onto the stool in front of the kitchen counter. “Am I wrecking the vibe you guys have here? I’m sure this is a no girls allowed kind of clubhouse.”

“Kind of,” I say, chuckling. “He’s been struggling since he got out of the military. Nothing gets him going anymore.”

“Maybe his nervous system is stuck. I bet he could benefit from one of those chakra rebalancing things. My boss, Nicole, she does them in her spare time. I could see if she’s available.”

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