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“If this is another one of my sister’s attempts at taking me with her.” Pitbull growled. “I swear to god, she’s going to wish she was in that car.”
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“Hey, Pitbull!”
Anke turned from the phone conversation she’d been having with Ruby in time to see three men coming up the stairs. The agent they’ve been calling Zero jogged over to hug each of them. All three of them were gorgeous. One walked with a noticeable limp. There had t be a story there.
The man with the sandy blond hair who looked like Thor reincarnate must be Daniel Hunt. He resembled the pictures from Claudia’s wall. And, as she stared at him long enough, she could see the resemblance. How in the hell had Claudia not mentioned a brother—especially a brother who looked like he should be wearing a cape and leaping tall buildings in a single bound?
Daniel Hunt was gorgeous. Though she knew she wasn’t there to find a man, her reasoning didn’t help the way her pulse reacted. She wouldn’t be a red blooded woman if she didn’t notice his beauty. His massive frame was overwhelming yet sexy. His jeans clung to his muscular thighs as if they were made for him and the leather jacket that draped across his wide shoulders was open to expose a grey graphic t-shirt underneath. He had a silver chain around his large neck with dogtags resting in the center of his massive chest.
She chewed on her bottom lip.
When he lifted his eyes to her, it was as though a strong, warm breeze surged through the room, blowing her a step back. The storm raging in his gaze stunned her. Still, she tried calming her racing heart.
“Anke? You there?”
“Rubes? Gonna have to call you back. I think I’m about to be in big trouble.”
“What do you mean? Are you okay?”
“Physically—yes. But I’ll call you back when I get a chance.”
She hung up and dropped her phone into her bag then rose as the men made their way toward her. Once they were before her, Daniel Hunt towered above her, dropped his bag on the floor by her feet and leveled his gaze on her.
“Pitbull…” Zero’s voice held a warning.
“It’s fine, Zero.” Daniel didn’t take his eyes from her. “Could you take my bag into Beast’s office? I’ll be in to talk with you guys in a sec.”
“I’ll start on my thing.” The man with the limp drawled.
From his accent, Anke could tell he was American. The third man remained silent. He watched her with contemplative eyes, almost reading through to her soul. When she met his gaze, he gave her a curt nod, then turned off down a long corridor with Zero and the man with the abnormality to his steps.
Without a word, Daniel stepped around her. She turned to see him opening a door and moving aside. He took up most of the entry way. When she didn’t move he tilted his head.
“Ms. Fischer. You’ve interrupted my vacation. You now have my attention. The least you can do is move your ass.”
She frowned, lifted her chin and squeezed by his large frame into the office. The connection with him was brief, but she wanted to faint with bliss. His cologne wasn’t overpowering, yet it was enough to leave her in a puddle of herself.
Not what you came here for, remember Anke? Tell your vagina to chill out!
With a new grip on herself, Anke turned to see Daniel had followed and closed the door behind him. She watched him walk across the room with long, purposeful steps. She could sort of see why they called him Pitbull—large frame, strong shoulders, eyes to melt a person’s soul.
He stopped long enough to remove his jacket and to drape it over the back of a nearby chair. When he rested his ass against the window sill and folded his arms across his impressive chest, Anke swallowed a lump in her throat. She supposed it meant she needed to start talking. But her mouth had gone dry and her tongue was stuck to the roof of it.
Breathe. He’s just a man. One you kinda-sorta dislike at the moment.
“Look, you weren’t my first choice, you know?” She managed. “But the cops kept telling me she has a right to go away and not tell me because she’s an adult. They said probably had a fight with her boyfriend. But, Claudia doesn’t have a boyfriend. She was always joking that she didn’t have the time or the patience for a man.”
“What makes you think she really didn’t just take a break somewhere? I was on a break before you interrupted.”
“Yes, but did you tell your friends you were leaving?”
Pitbull said nothing. He merely watched her in that slow, expressionless way he had before. She couldn’t help thinking if given a moment’s peace, Pitbull could figure out the solution for world hunger.
“Her and I have been best friends for five years. She’s always been there for me…”
Daniel turned his back to her. “Congratulations.”
