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irritation was a hesitant wariness.
    â€œThese fucking bruises on your face? The fact that some bastard just tried to kill you? For God’s sake, Erin!” Pure rage ran through his senses. And there she stood, her head tipped to one side, the once-neat disarray of the tumbling curls now torn from the clasp and falling to her shoulders. The white shirt was ripped, her little vest missing a button, her hose were all but shredded, and she was barefoot. And she was staring back at him as though she really didn’t know why he was so pissed off.
    She propped one hand on her curvy hip and glared back at him.
    â€œHow would you feel if you had to accept Iron’s help if a gang jumped you, then had to listen to him bitch because your poor little face was bruised?”
    His eyes narrowed. “I’d cut the smart-assed remarks.”
    A mocking little roll of her eyes had him forcibly restraining the need to spank her tight little ass. The problem was, if he got her panties over that cute little ass then he’d end up doing far more.
    â€œYou know, Turk, you seriously need to do something about that double standard of yours. Now tell me what you intend to do about slipping back over there for my clothes? Since I forgot and I’m fairly certain you don’t intend to let me go back.”
    His arms went across his chest as he simply stared at her silently, darkly.
    â€œDidn’t think you did.” She sighed.
    â€œYou called J.D.” Dropping his arms he moved toward her once again.
    Predatory male grace and determined sexuality nearly stole not just her mind, but her breath as well.
    â€œYes, I called him.” She stepped back warily as he stepped to the refrigerator, opened it, and pulled free a bottle of water.
    â€œDid he tell you to get to my apartment and stay put?”
    She frowned at that. “How did you know?”
    â€œStandard procedure for female agents,” he growled. “Why weren’t you aware of that?”
    â€œMaybe I’m not your standard female agent,” she suggested softly as he twisted the lid from the bottle. “I could be so much more.” A sexy little wink shot his blood pressure sky high and had the room feeling way too damned hot.
    â€œHe’ll be here soon.” Turning from her and lifting the bottle to his lips he took a deep drink.
    â€œYeah,” she murmured. “We wouldn’t want J.D. to catch you fucking his favorite agent. That would be bad.”
    The water shot down the wrong side of his throat as the sudden memory of the effects of fucking her shot to his brain. Hunger pulsed in his dick as he suddenly wheezed, while his balls tightened in lust.
    Turning to her he glimpsed her satisfied smile a heartbeat before he took that first step to have a second taste of her. At the same second a short imperious knock sounded at the door.
    â€œMmm.” Her satisfied little murmur came with a wicked glance in his direction. “Talk about timing.”
    Narrowing his eyes he let her enjoy the moment. For now.
    Erin almost laughed. He’d nearly spit that nice mouthful of water clear across the room. Who knew he’d be so damned easily unsettled.
    The urge to laugh died a quick death as her stepbrother entered the room behind Cooper and J.D. And John D., like his father, didn’t look happy.

 
    CHAPTER 8
    Her attacker had gotten away.
    Erin stood silently as she listened to her brother’s report, aware of Turk close behind her. The warmth of his big body, the feeling of security he exuded kept that first, hard flare of fear from igniting inside her.
    â€œSorry, sis.” John D sighed, his light-blue eyes concerned as he watched her carefully.
    â€œNothing was taken from the apartment that I could see,” J.D. assured her. “Your window is being repaired as we speak. I’ll have a female agent come in and pack your things. When we leave I’ll make arrangements to have you