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understood why Julien was completely obsessed with her. Her fiery attitude intrigued him. Miguel had watched her from afar, and his mouth watered with the possibility of tasting her skin and learning what she sounded like as she screamed in pleasure.
    “See, now you have hurt my pride.” He sighed and stretched his left arm along the back of the cushions. “Good thing I bounce back easily. Why don’t you join me here, Julien?”
    Julien stood against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest, staring holes into Miguel’s soul. He’d always loved the exquisite color of Julien’s eyes, and seeing them darken, even in anger, was enough to make his cock throb harder. “All right,” he conceded, “we aren’t going to get anywhere fast if you insist on standing there glaring at me.”
    Julien moved to a small intercom and requested tea and refreshments to be brought to his rooms.
    Kass gracefully sat in one of the overstuffed chairs, angling her body ever so slightly so that her hip was easily accessible. Miguel would wager the small derringers he concealed in his boot that she, too, had a weapon strapped to her thigh or waist. There must be a slit in her skirts somewhere to slip her hand in and reach it.
    “When you’re ready, Miguel.” Julien sat in the other chair across from him and placed one booted heel on the other knee.
    Obviously Julien wasn’t planning to take anyone’s clothes off in the near future, which was a crying shame in his book. “I recall you moved much quicker than this last time, but if you insist on talking first.”
    Kass’s gaze bounced back and forth between him and Julien, and he knew the moment the truth dawned on her. Her glass of scotch paused ever so slightly at her mouth, and then she swallowed the entire contents in one go. Other than a quick inhalation, she managed her alcohol quite well.
    “You, my friend, have made some very dangerous enemies.”
    Julien shrugged. “That’s not news to me nor does it explain how you got here. My enemies don’t know my exact whereabouts or have any chance of getting onboard without permission.”
    “And yet I’m here thanks to someone who has a vendetta against you and is willing to pay handsomely for your head served to him on a silver platter.”
    “Who?”
    “Hedon Dubrova.”
    Julien looked sick for a moment, and Miguel felt a surge of jealousy. If Julien had taken up with the charismatic Midnighter, then this could be a bigger problem.
    “Who’s this Dubrova? His name sounds familiar, but I don’t remember where I heard it before.” Kass got up and paced to the sideboard and then returned.
    Julien sat staring at the statue on the table in front of him. “No, it’s impossible. He would never try attacking me.”
    “You have a lot of faith in your ex-lovers, Julien.”
    “Hedon and I were never lovers, only business associates”
    “Well, that’s at least one person whose pants you managed not to crawl into.”
    Julien shot a glare at Kass, but she returned it with a bored look of her own. Miguel hadn’t had this much fun in years. He’d seen grown men cower at Julien’s looks, but she met them head on as if they didn’t bother her in the slightest. His cock pulsed, demanding attention.
    “Exactly what proof do you have to back your accusations, Miguel?”
    “Not much, only the thirty thousand he promised me to put a bullet in your cold heart.”
    In the space of a second the sound of several guns being cocked was heard.
    Silence descended on the room. He and Julien stared at each other. Miguel could see the doubt on Julien’s face, and that hurt Miguel more than he’d ever let the other man know. He’d come here to warn Julien and hopefully rekindle what they had in the past. But, if Julien didn’t trust him, then there was no point in trying.
    From the corner of his eye he saw Kass with a gun pointed at him as well. I knew she had at least one hidden on her. He didn’t twitch. Instead, he waited calmly