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She forced herself to breathe slowly, evenly, to draw in the scent of Dawg that permeated his truck and filled her senses withyears

The feel of his thighs between hers as he parted theripped the shaft of his cock, nudging it against the hot, wet curls between her thighs

"Wax your pussy," he had growled, "so I can see your soft flesh gripping my dick"

Her womb clenched at theafter

And he didn’t even ree and the pain of that one The bastard He had seen her two days later and had looked right through her as she stood in her parents’

convenience store, her heart in her throat, certain that he had come for her

But he hadn’t He had s some stupid twit blond bimbo who cooed over his muscles as he paid for ice and snacks

He had lared at hiain, and she had turned her back and left Alex to take care of him Because she couldn’

t look at hi that not so ht reain, they wouldn’t be alone

And then, weeks later, the knowledge that she hadn’t escaped that night without repercussions

She had carried his child

Her initial reaction had been one of anger, of resent his life and his woanant

But within days that anger had stilled The knowledge that she would always have a part of hiiven Dawg on a sultry su inside her

Until three months to the day after he had taken her The day she had lost the child she had grown to love so deeply She had left the clinic Alex had taken her to, packed her bags, and left for Virginia with friends who had been visiting that week

And here she was, eight years later, her fingers curled into the leather of his truck seat, shaking, terrified as the sound of gunfire finally eased away and shouted coht instead

Suddenly, the implications of her very precarious position slammed inside her head She was at the scene of an obvious raid of so? And she had been right smack-dab in the ht smack-dab in the middle of a whole lot of suspicion

FUBAR That’s what this entire fucking night had turned into Fucked up beyond all repair, and it was all his own damned fault

He stared into the shadowed expanse of the warehouse parking lot, his broered, trying to make sense of what he had done and why The why of it h the hard core of training and beliefs in what he was doing long enough to rush Crista from the warehouse and hide her? What had made him risk his own soul this way for a woh: Crista The woer than he wanted to admit The woman who had, somehoorht years ago And the why of that one had no explanation Just as the dreams of her that had tormented him over the yearsup to Dawg as he stood guarding the warehouse entrance "She was parked outside the range of the cah the entrance With any luck, we can cover her identity"

Dawg glanced at his cousin and best friend from the corner of his eye He was half tempted to bla the vague warning he had given, Dawg had moved to find who they assumed was the female seller who had entered the warehouse She was the only one unaccounted for now

Dawg had moved to intercept her ahead of the rest of the teaiven himself time to think, she would be stretched out on the warehouse floor with the rest of the bastards they had arrested in the raid

They had the buyers, the sellers, four uidance chips It was a daation Except for the fact that the woman who had master in the backseat of Dawg’s pickup truck

"Re said softly, his gaze tracking the rest of the combined ATF and Homeland Security team

Hell, he knehy, but da Crista would do He kneasn’t At least, it wasn’t so the Crista he had once knoould do

"Because she’s not involved?" Natches hazarded apointed out, even as he ignored the hard mental flash of denial that Crista could be involved in this in any way

"Uh-huh" Natches nodded "Of which I warned you You were the one who jerked her out like a wolf protecting its mate, not me, Cousin I just covered your six That’sits ht sarcastically

He had taken one look at her, and soood and ould happen if he didn’t get her out of there If she had been caught with the others, with the description of the feotten out of the arrest and subsequent imprisonment, involved or not

And why that should ure out

"She’s not involved" Natches cradled his rifle in his ar

"That’s not Crista, Dawg"