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the electricity problem,
    which would be a snap to hack into the local power plant. Once he

    had it going again he’d be set to fuck up the motorcycle club Abbott
    had run to for protection.
    She had no idea just how good he was at screwing things up
    for people.

    ****
“Everyone, I’d like for you to meet Abbott,” Wick said,
    pulling her forward. She stood like a prize mare on display while a
    dozen eyes watched her. “She’s under club protection. My protection.
    So no fuckery, got it?”
    The men greeted her with appreciative smiles while the club
    women sized her up as competition. She knew all of them by name
    because of her long Internet conversations with Chadwick, but it was
    still surreal to meet the people behind the names. Abbott didn’t even
    mind the women’s lack of hospitality because she’d probably feel the
    same way had the positions been reversed.
    The clubhouse was bigger than she imagined it, more like a
    large two-story farmhouse, although any type of homey feeling had
    been obliterated with beer signs, Harley-Davidson memorabilia, and
    posters of naked women. A pool table was in one corner and a bar in
    the other. Chairs of all shapes and sizes were stuffed all over the place
    and a black leather couch had been pushed against one wall.
    “You hungry?” Wick asked. “Thirsty?”
    A dozen plus eyes watched her, and she felt like they were
    judging her. Did they know about her? About her past with
    Chadwick? Or how she had a crazy stalker chasing her, determined to
    administer his own brand of justice?
    “Abbott?” Wick asked.
    “Uh, yeah,” she muttered. Anything to get away from the
    stares.
    He took her hand and led her from the big party room, past the
    bar, and into the back, where a kitchen was set up.
    “Sit,” he ordered and pointed to a table. “I’ll make you a
    sandwich. Beer okay? That’s about all we have.”
    “Fine,” she said as she sat at the table.
    She watched him work to make her a sandwich, putting the
    layers together like they’d been doing this forever. It made her sad. If
    things hadn’t happened like they had, perhaps they would have been
    doing such a domesticated act for the past eleven years. The reality of

    the situation struck her hard and all she could do as he laid the paper
    plate filled with food in front of her, was stare at his face.
    “What?” he asked.
    She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “What really
    happened that night?”
    “What night?”
    “The night at the old farmhouse,” she said. “That last night we
    were together. I remember very little but I recall being half naked.
    And that you were between my thighs.”
    He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down heavily.
    “Oh. That night.”
    “Did I do something wrong?” It was the question that had
    been burning in her mind and heart since the moment she found out
    he was gone.
    “What?” He shook his head emphatically. “No, Abbott, you
    did nothing wrong. It was me. We were in that bedroom and you were
    willing, and so God damned wet it about drove me out of my mind. I
    wanted to make you mine so badly that night.”
    “But we didn’t have sex.”
    “No, we didn’t,” he said, and then grimaced. “Let’s just say I
    was overly excited.”
    She cocked her head, a little confused.
    “I came, Abbott. All over my fucking hand before I even got
    in your pretty pussy.”
    She sat back, stunned. “Really? I don’t remember that.”
    He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Well, it was
    embarrassing as hell. There I was, a nineteen-year-old man and I
    acted like I was an untried kid. I didn’t want you to know.”
    “So that’s why you told me to get dressed? Why you left me?”
    “Hold up,” he said. “Now, I ended our date that night because
    of that, but that’s not why I left. I joined the army.”
    “Yes, I know that, but you never told me you were joining the
    army, Chadwick. How long did you know you had to leave?”
    “The president of