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But could he do that? Hell no He had to have it all

She jerked her keys fro behind her She threw a glare over her shoulder before striding furiously across the parking lot

She had bills to pay, a college loan to honor, not that she was using the daree at present, but there was always the potential of getting a decent job Now she was going to go job hunting again and pray there was soh in his face when he ordered her fired

God, he hadn’t changed In eight years,was still Dawg Just a little darker, a littlehis oay

"I don’t think so" His big hand shackled her wrist as she moved to shove the key into the lock of the Rodeo

Crista stood still, freezing as anger threatened to overwhelm her

"I can’t believe you" She tried to jerk her arers as he refused to release her

They were shackled on her wrist like irons, snug enough to hold her in place, to reer, harder than she was

"What can’t you believe aboutwith hi open, a few feet behind hi," she sneered with false sweetness "So disbelief filled his face "No! Soot you fired? Shame on them"

Wicked a her to share in the fun when he had just taken her only means of support

When she jerked her wrist back this ti, how do you expect me to support myself? To pay my bills? To keep my car? I don’t have a job now because of you"

"You have a job" The playful amusement left his expression

"I have a job?" she jeered bitterly "Letto pay me to play your whore?"

His expression stilled then "Get in the truck"

She should have been nervous She had seen that expression on her brother’s face before, and it was one that was best avoided One she would have avoided if she weren’t so daed her

"Not on your egotistical little life!" Her hand slapped against his chest as she felt anger engulf her

"I have a job to--"

The breath rushed froainst his broad chest, the fingers of one broad hand tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back, his gaze i hers as she stared back at him in shock

"We er, and yet it went deeper than anger

Crista trereen eyes and the deterlowed inside the ht to do this"

"My bed, or jail My ter my bed, then by God you

’ll share when I want you there, not when you have time for me"

Shock filled her, and not for the first tiht years before, but he was the o

The veneer of teasing charm had been stripped away, and in its place was a man she wasn’t certain she could handle

"You won’t arrestwrong"

"We have a deal," he repeated "Now get your ass in that truck We’ll discuss the terms of it back at the houseboat, but ill not discuss the lot"

He didn’t give her tiue He picked her up by her waist, turned, and pushed her into the vehicle

"My clothes…" She tried to scraan to becoreens, sparks of darker color, a swirl of chaotic shades that had her suddenly stilling

His jaw bunched with tension, the ed to control it

The keys were plucked froers

"Don’t move So help ret it Because I’

ll turn you over my knee and paddle your ass here and now Do you understand me?"

She stared back at him warily

He stomped, literally stoed her suitcase froth If all she was risking was a spanking, then he could da she had packed "And the box in the back"

The suitcase thuround as he turned and stared back at her broodingly

"Surely I can at least have the few things I need" She set a few personal articles, Dawg"

His eyes narrowed before he locked the driver’s side door and slammed it closed He paced to the back of the vehicle, unlocked the hatchback, and jerked it open The box of extra clothes, makeup, and personal ite cactus that sat in the corner<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>