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side that he saw her home. Her freakin’ mansion. His eyes opened wide as he took in the sheer size of the sprawling single story house, the stone tiled driveway, manicured lawns and funny shaped trees. It looked like a center spread from a glossy Sunday newspaper.
    “Seventy-eight bucks.” Whaaat ? He stared at the driver. “It’s after midnight.” Christ. Sasha felt in his back pocket for his wallet and prayed there was enough left in his account to cover the fare. Handing over his bank card, he hugged Megan closer. It was only then, he saw the welcoming committee. Two guys stood in the doorway, arms folded and both wearing matching furious expressions. Her brothers?
    “Babe. Wake up.” She slumped against him, eyelids flickering. The driver handed back his card with a torn off receipt—thank fuck for that—and he had one last try at waking her. Failed . With a deep sense of resignation, he scooped her in his arms and walked toward the house, hearing the cab drive away behind him
    The first of the two guys stepped forward and a security lamp clicked on, bathing him in bright light. Bulging muscles pushed at a long sleeved T-shirt and dark eyes narrowed in a lean face. “You’d better have a good reason for bringing our sister home unconscious.”
    Sasha stood his ground and eased the sleeping Megan into a more comfortable position. “She’s asleep. I made sure she got home in one piece.”
    “Yeah.” Her brother advanced another step. “But what if you’re the reason she was out by herself? She had a date tonight with her boyfriend, until you muscled in like fuckin’ Rambo.”
    “Her boyfriend was behaving like a jerk.”
    “Watch your mouth. He’s a friend of ours.”
    Great. Just great. Way to impress her family, assmunch .
    “I’ll take her now.” Her brother slipped careful hands underneath the sleeping girl and took her from Sasha. “You can go.”
    “I made sure she was safe.” He refused to be intimidated.
    The guy lifted one eyebrow. “Still here?”
    “Will you give her my number?”
    The second guy joined the stilted conversation and marched up, getting right in Sasha’s face. “Did she ask for your number?” His sarcastic tone made Sasha’s wolf growl and he fisted his hands, shoving them in his pockets and out of view.
    “She doesn’t have to call me, but at least give her the choice.”
    The first guy was already walking away, Megan in his arms and Sasha felt a wave of desperation. The second guy blocked his path, just in case he did anything majorly stupid like follow her. “You’re lippy for someone trespassing on private property.”
    Oh, for fuck’s sake. He took a deep breath and told his wolf to stay calm. They were her brothers. He’d likely behave the same if some punk ass came sniffing round after Tammy. “I’m leaving—when you’ve taken my number for her.”
    They stared at each other some more and finally the brother conceded and fished a cell phone from his pocket. “Give.”
    Sasha rattled off his number. “The name is Sasha.” He spelled it out and waited patiently while the guy tapped his keypad.
    “Yeah, spelled S-C-U-M-B-A-G. Off you go, Sasha.” The man glanced at an expensive looking wristwatch. “I’ll give you five minutes to get off our land and after that I’m breaking out my shotgun.” He grinned, but it was not a friendly smile. “And if Megan says anything bad about you, any-fucking-thing at all, we’ll find you. Now we have your number.”
    Sasha forced a smile, turned and walked. No money left for a cab. No jacket. And the hottest girl he’d ever kissed had a pair of over-protective Neanderthals guarding her like starving Rottweilers. He loved a challenge.

Chapter 7
    Megan gulped from the bottle of water she found on her bedside cabinet, and then slumped back against her pillows. She’d been dreaming and tried to remember what’d happened. It had been vivid. Fleeting memories nudged at her.
    Soft grass beneath her fingertips