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even within their empty beds. They are creatures of warmth, but they need warmth to hold that part of themselves intact. A woman such as her, a storm such as this." He waved his hand toward the snow. "She will be cold. That is a great shame, I believe."
    "So go keep her warm," Chase almost snapped, knowing that if Khalid even tried, he might have to confront a club member for the first time.
    Khalid snorted. "And listen to my girls weep and cry that they were left alone for the weekend? Such punishment is not due me."
    His girls. The harem his father had sent him.
    "Those kids are going to be the death of you, Khalid."
    Khalid shook his head. "I promised them Christmas shopping this weekend." He almost shuddered. "Six women under twenty, Chase. You should join us. Perhaps I will require you as my third this weekend."
    Chase stared back at him. Khalid didn't have a sexual relationship with the girls his father had sent him for his harem. They were like cherished siblings that Khalid spoiled unmercifully. But a shopping trip with those hellions?
    "Don't make me kill you, Khalid," he suggested with a hint of fear. Because Khalid wasn't above using blackmail, bribes, or threats when it came to procuring male company during those shopping trips.
    Khalid grinned. "You will contact the judiciary committee then?" he asked as the limo pulled into the basement parking lot of the building where Chase had a large upstairs apartment.
    "Yeah. First thing." Chase nodded. Anything to get out of that shopping trip. Anything to protect Kia.
    Khalid chuckled as the chauffeur opened the door and Chase bounded out of the limo. Once the door closed and the chauffeur was pulling away, Khalid slid open the partition between the driver and passenger areas.
    "Was the fuel bill sufficient to raise father's eyebrows, do you think?" he asked Abdul with a hint of amusement.
    Abdul's smile flashed in the rearview mirror. "Not yet, Mr. Khalid."
    Abdul always smiled.
    "Hmm. Perhaps our next trip then."
    Abdul laughed at the remark. Khalid headed through the snow toward the estate his father had deeded to him the year before.
    The old bastard was desperate to get in Khalid's good graces for some reason that Khalid had yet to understand.
    The girls who had arrived two years before still had the power to enrage Khalid. They had all been under eighteen, terrified, bought from their families and sent to a foreign land and a man who refused to do what they were taught was his duty. Take them to his bed.
    He ground his teeth at the thought.
    They were young women now, adjusting to their studies, their lives. Soon, perhaps, he could find them husbands. That was his duty, as though they were his children. And in many ways, this was how the relationship between them had evolved.
    It wasn't his girls who concerned him now, though. It was his friend, Chase. The past months had been a nightmare. After the attempted murder of Cameron, Chase's twin, and Jaci, Cam's fiancée, by a friend Chase had been rather fond of, the other man had become darker, more apt to solitary pursuits than normal.
    The Brockheims, parents of the girl who had nearly destroyed the fabric of Chase's life, hadn't taken her death well. Nor did they believe the fabrication the detective on scene had attempted to tell—that he himself had killed the girl after she shot Congressman Roberts.
    The club members were still scrambling to protect Chase and Cameron against any measures the Brockheims would take against them. Not that they seemed to be taking any. But Khalid considered himself an intuitive man. And intuition told him two things.
    One, Chase Falladay had never managed to rid himself of the fascination he had with Kia Rutherford. The second, and this one was by far the more worrisome, Moriah Brockheim could very well haunt Chase from the grave, in ways that could end up destroying Chase.
    Moriah had been a friend, but she had also touched Chase's heart with her innocence and her air of fragility.