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girly salads and he didn’t
even bother with mushrooms or anything else to take away from his rare sixteen
ounce steaks. Marc didn’t seem to mind either.
    They talked about nothing at all and
when they were out on his deck when the sun was going down, Marc brought up
Caitlynne again. He was like a dog with a fat bone.
    “You had me investigate, yet you let her
go back to her home. There are any number of reasons I can think of as to why
you’d do that, but I know the real one.”
    Walker didn’t bother answering.
    “She’s either your mate or she owes you
money. I dismissed the second one right away because she has more than you even
on payday. So she’s gotta be your mate.”
    “You got it.” Marc didn’t gloat, nor did
he ask again why he had sent her away. So he told him. “Khan told me…no, that’s
not right, he forbade me to see her.”
    “No fuck? Sheesh, I wish he’d get laid
or something. Can he even do that?”
    Walker shook his head.
    “Not the getting laid part. I’m pretty
sure no woman would come near him without him snarling at her. But you’re going
to mate with her anyway, right? Or are you going to let him rule you?”
    “Yes. For now.” Walker looked out over
the woods behind his house. “She and I kissed today and when Khan came in and
started to show me how much larger he is than me, she…she knocked him on his
ass with a water pitcher. I pulled out the glass and let him deal with it
afterwards. I sent her home so she and I couldn’t get any closer.”
    Marc snorted. “You think that’s going to
work? You sending her away? I don’t. You’re an idiot if you think that.”
    So did Walker. He wondered how long he’d
last before he tried to find her.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    The crutches weren’t doing her a bit of
good. They had the first day and then into the second, but now she had tossed
them across the room and glared at them every time she tried to make her body
cooperate with what she was doing.
    When Jane had taken her home three days
ago, Lynne tried to remember why she was in an all-fired hurry to leave. Then
she’d think of that jackass Khan and would get pissed all over again. Lynne
wondered what his problem was as she made her way to the kitchen. She nearly
tripped over the rug when someone knocked on her back door.
    Jane. The woman had been coming over on
her way to work every day. She was entirely too chipper for her tastes, but she
did seem to love her job of taking care of people. She opened the door, but
blocked her entrance.
    “You should be using your crutches, not
walking around yet.”
    Lynne nodded, but didn’t move.
    “If you let me in, I’ll share the pizza
I have.”
    Pizza. Caitlynne loved pizza and when
Jane showed her the box, it was all she could do not to knock her down and take
it from her. It was from her favorite place. And from the scents coming from
the box, it was one that was covered in meat and cheese and everything else
they had in the kitchen.
    “The guy who owns the place knows you.” Jane
got down some paper plates when Lynne showed her where they were. “I noticed
the pizza boxes in the fridge and figured you’ve been there. When I mentioned
your name, he knew just what kind you liked. He said to call him sometime and
he’ll give you the news.”
    Lynne nearly bobbled the glass of wine. She
set it down and sat with Jane as she took out the first slice. She’d have to
get rid of her sooner rather than later now. She would have to call Omar and
find out what he knew.
    “I’ve been ordering from him since I
moved here. They have the best pizza.” They did too. Omar Sanders was one of
her workers, one of her snitches. “I order one at least once or twice a week.”
    “Yeah, that’s what he said. Said you
hadn’t been around lately and I told him you’d been injured a week or so back. He
said he knew.” She frowned as she took another slice. “How do you suppose he
knew that?”
    Because she’d been injured two weeks