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For the most part, she couldn’t focus on anything when he was around. His smile had a tendency to make her want to strip off her clothes and rush him, which was weird for her as she’d never felt that way before. It wasn’t that men intimidated her necessarily; she’d just never met one who checked all the boxes of what turned her on. Brock, however, checked most of them.
    “What’s up, Bailey?” he asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Babe, I can tell somethin’s bothering you.”
    “How much do you know about Dr. Stone?” she asked.
    “More than I probably should.” Brock stopped at a red light and frowned at her. “Why?”
    “Um, he kind of just asked me out.”
    Brock’s face went lethal. “Sorry?”
    God, she needed to stop spouting her mouth off. No filter Bailey strikes again.
    “On a date. He wants to take me to dinner tomorrow night.”
    “Fuck!” The light turned green, but Brock didn’t move and received a honk from behind. He hit the accelerator and sped through the light.
    “Brock, slow down.”
    He did and took a deep breath. “I’ll take care of it.”
    “Of what?”
    “Alec. I’ll take care of it.”
    “I already did that,” she said. “I told him no. At least, for tomorrow night.”
    Brock swore again.
    “I shouldn’t have told you,” she grumbled.
    He didn’t respond as they drove into the quiet neighborhood of their safe house. He hit the garage door button and maneuvered the SUV inside. Bailey undid her seatbelt and pushed open the door.
    “Wait,” he warned. “You know the drill.”
    Yes, she did know the drill. She knew the drill too well. She shouldn’t know the drill. She should be looking for a job, or heading home, or all of the above.
    Brock drew his gun and pushed open the door to the house. His body rigid, his face contorted in a way she’d never seen it before. Bailey followed him inside; unclear as to why he was so pissed. He did a quick safety check, secured the windows and doors, and then radioed to Dallas they were inside and all was clear.
    She made her way to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “Can I get you anything?”
    “No,” he said, his tone clipped. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
    He walked out the back and Bailey flopped on the sofa with a frustrated groan.
    * * *
    Brock dialed Dallas’s number, trying to rein in his anger.
    “You okay?” Dallas answered. Dallas was out for a few hours to take care of team business and Brock had said he wouldn’t call him unless there was a problem. In his place, Jaxon was sitting out on the street in a nondescript black sedan.
    “I wanna know why the hell your brother thinks it’s a good idea to ask Bailey out.”
    “He asked her out?”
    “Yeah, he fuckin’ did. For tomorrow night.” Brock rubbed his forehead. “What the fuck, Dal?”
    “So, this is how it goes, huh?”
    “Yeah, it’s how it goes.”
    “Not sure this is smart, Brock,” Dallas said.
    “So you’ve said.” Brock stared at the glass door separating himself from Bailey.
    “I’ll talk to Alec.”
    “No, Dal. I’ll talk to Alec,” Brock corrected. “But this is your heads up.”
    “I got your back, Brock.”
    “Appreciate it.”
    “See you in a few hours,” Dallas said, and hung up.
    And that was the end of the Bailey discussion, at least between him and Dallas.
    * * *
    Bailey stretched her neck as Brock stormed back through the door. Still looking irked, but not as mad as he was before.
    “Can you answer something for me?” she asked as she rose to her feet and faced him.
    “What?”
    “Why are you so mad?” she asked.
    “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to ask questions you don’t want an honest answer to?” he challenged.
    “Fine, Brock. Whatever,” she snapped, and stalked past him.
    He caught her arm gently and frowned.
    “What?” she pressed.
    “Fuck!”
    “Well, that’s helpful,” she grumbled, and tried to pull her arm away.
    Without warning, his mouth was on hers. She wrapped