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turned up in a semblance of mockery. "There isn't enough petrol in the world to make up for that bastard's crimes, I believe. But we weren't discussing petrol or myself. We were discussing Ms. Rutherford."
    He hadn't known she had taken her maiden name back. Though, to think of it, she hadn't used her married name a lot after she married Drew Stanton anyway.
    "Her father has shown great promise in his business efforts of late," Khalid stated. "I offered him several contracts that I knew Father was considering here in the States once I determined his loyalty to his daughter. His logistics company is in great demand it seems."
    Chase watched him silently, suspiciously. Khalid was a connoisseur of women, but he was in no way benevolent. So why the hell had he given Rutherford contracts over the logistics company he normally used?
    "Stanton had a treasure, and hadn't the sense to realize it," Khalid said reflectively.
    "Drew's still harassing her." Chase sighed. "I'm going to have to deal with him."
    Khalid shook his head. "Allow the judiciary committee within the club to deal with him, Chase. They took care of the matter the first time. Establish the problem and then should further, advanced actions be needed later, you have just cause on your side."
    Chase stared back at him mockingly. "It was one night, Khalid. I'm not establishing a relationship with Kia Rutherford."
    Women were to be pleasured, to be enjoyed. But he had learned years ago that he wasn't the relationship type.
    A grin curled Khalid's lips. "You fool yourself, my friend. She's haunted you for two years. The one night of the pleasure she gave will never be enough for you."
    Chase's eyes narrowed. "But it was enough for you?"
    Khalid chuckled. "My heart has already been won. You have no fears that I would poach within emotions that are yours alone."
    Chase grimaced. "That wasn't my point."
    "Ah, but yes, this was your point." Khalid leaned forward as the limo pulled out of the gas station and continued toward Squire Point. "Should you require me as a third, I am available to you, anytime. But I fear your Ms. Rutherford sees me as no more than a requirement to be with you. She will tolerate any third you choose. Her pleasure will be your own, and she will gladly accept her due. But unlike some women, Chase, this one requires no third. You alone would bring her to the same heights of pleasure, if not greater levels of it, than any additional male would allow."
    And that was dangerous. Chase had no desire to hurt her, to break the heart that had already been ravaged by her ex-husband.
    "It was one night," he stated, though he heard the lack of determination in his voice.
    "Inform the judiciary committee that Drew Stanton is no longer leaving his little ex-wife in peace. This was the agreement you made with her. You would protect her. Yes?"
    Chase stared back at him.
    "You made the promise, and she went out of her way to ensure the secrecy of who and what we are within the club Ian so graciously provides."
    "I can take care of Drew."
    "Use the committee, Chase." Khalid frowned. "Because, mark my words, once Stanton learns Kia spent the night in this limo—and he will learn this—then he will only harass her further. The judiciary committee can restrain him, punish him, and your Ms. Rutherford will be protected. Otherwise she becomes a casualty, and you know this as well as I."
    Chase breathed out heavily. Drew wasn't letting Kia go, and that wasn't an option. The judiciary committee had taken care of him the first time, so perhaps Khalid was right. If the club protected Kia, then he wouldn't have to worry about her. He wouldn't have to watch her himself. Or be tempted to another night of pleasure that would only make him weaker where that lost, lonely smile of hers was concerned.
    "It is too bad you were so eager to return to your home," Khalid remarked then.
    "Why's that?"
    Khalid glanced out the windows at the thick snow.
    "Storms such as this, women grow cold