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her gun. “I’m not shitting you. You leave us alone and we’ll
all live to breathe another day. I can take care of him
myself.”
    “ My name is Detective
Micah Bentley. I work at the fifty-third precinct. And I’m not
leaving you. You’re in trouble. I saw you struggle with getting him
up the hill and I am going to help you.” He looked up the hill when
someone said his name. As the other man got closer, she could see
she knew him. “This is my brother, Joey Bentley. He’s a
lawyer.”
    “ Figures.” The man, Joey,
had been in the restaurant the other day. He grinned at her when he
saw her. “You two aren’t going to do anything but get yourself in
trouble. I don’t want your help. I would have thought you’d
understand after me socking you in the nose yesterday that I can
and will take care of myself.”
    They looked at each other, then at
her. Before she could think to react, like hitting both of them,
Joey had her wrapped up in his arms and the cop was pulling her
brother and his wheelchair up the long hill she’d been stupid to go
down. When Boyd and Micah were at the top, she was let go. Before
she could swing around and hit Joey again, he ducked, putting his
shoulder into her belly, and then he lifted her. Reggie was too
shocked to scream.
    When Joey set her down near Boyd, she
knelt down to make sure he was all right before confronting the two
men. Plus she needed a minute. Reggie was so furious that she could
hardly breathe around it. When she turned around, she caught them
staring at her ass. Neither of them looked very sorry about it
either.
    “ I’m thankful for your
help, but if you touch either of us again, I will bring you both up
on charges. I told you that I didn’t need your help, and I meant
it.” Micah laughed, and Joey snickered. “What is wrong with you?
Didn’t your mother raise you to be nice to handicapped people and
women?”
    “ She did at that. The
reason we helped you. And you met her. You know that our mother
does not let us get by with harming anyone for any reason.” Micah
made the word “help” sound like he might need to explain the
meaning of it to her later. “You should have more help with him.
He’s too heavy for a single woman to take around.”
    It was all she could do not to draw
her gun and shoot him in the fucking head. The amount of anger in
her body made her dizzy, and she grabbed onto Boyd’s chair before
she fell. Micah grabbed her up and sat her on the ground before she
could let out the pent up anger.
    Tears flooded her eyes. Here she was
having a fit and her brother needed to get home. When he wouldn’t
let her up, holding her head down between her legs, Reggie cried
harder. It wasn’t until she was lifted and pressed against a strong
body that she realized how badly she needed to be held.
    When he wrapped his arms around her
and lifted her to his body more, she felt his cock. It was thick
and hard and getting harder. When she looked at him, her face more
than likely wet and blotchy, she could see something in his face
that made her lick her lips. He watched her tongue like it was a
fast moving car.
    “ You shouldn’t tease a man
like that.” She wasn’t sure what he meant but his voice, low now
and full of promise, made her think of all sort of things she’d
like to tease him with. But he started to lower his head then and
all thoughts of teasing him flew out of her head. A kiss, just a
single kiss, would be amazing.
    “ Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.”
The sound behind her, the only noise her brother made, had her
stiffen. When she struggled to be free of Micah’s arms, he let her
go. But as soon as she was free, all she could think about was
going back. She turned instead to see what Boyd needed. “Bah,
bah.”
    “ All right, buddy. I’ll
take you home now.” Without looking at either man, she rolled him
to her car. When they were on the passenger side, she opened the
door and locked up his chair. Lifting him this way, straight up
from