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answer more than a question or two.
    She walked over to the bar, pulled out a bottle of water from beneath it, then glanced at Cashton. “You heading out for a cup of coffee today?” she asked.
    Cashton looked past her where King was, then leaned a little closer. “Until I figure out why that bastard thinks I’m the devil, I’m keeping my distance from anyone who can’t defend themselves.”
    “You? With a weak girl? You traverse life and death for a damsel in distress?”
    Cashton let his stare slide over Reveca. “All power lies dormant from time to time. Let’s just say I haven’t awakened hers yet.”
    “So she’s not glowing?” Reveca said with a weak wink, trying to make light of what they’d discussed days ago.
    “Not as much as you, Vec.”
    Reveca felt herself grow tense but she waved her hand anyway. “What is it with men today? Thinking sweat is sexy. The heat has gotten to the lot of you.”
    With that she strolled out of the lounge and made her way through the bays, all the way to the last one where King was crouched over a bike. With each step she took toward him she felt this throbbing building in her, a deep hum of a sensation. One that she’d felt for the first time long ago, the memory of which had haunted her through all of time.
    When she set the bottle on his shoulder, that contact, even though it was n’t flesh-to-flesh, jolted her somewhat, enough that she stifled a groan and clinched her thighs together.
    King slowly looked up at her . There was not one iota of shock in those clear blue eyes. He’d sensed her coming. Hell, he’d felt her approach long before she made her way to the garage.
    “You need fluids.”
    He stood slowly, until he was standing, towering over her. “Is that what I need?”
    Reveca’s gray eyes rapidly moved across his image, seeing the past and present as one. “I don’t get you.”
    He lifted one brow, stifled a smirk. That wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that to him. Just the idea of where that conversation ended up last time was stirring him, testing every inch of his will power. “Seems like your head’s clearing up there, sweet.”
    “Sweet? What is that? A nickname? That’s right…a guy like you, I bet you have one you say to all the girls that nearly faint in your presence because you can’t remember their names. I don’t care for sweet .”
    His ice stare searched over her face.
    “You’re not going to ask me which one I care for?” Reveca asked. This was her test. Kenson, always, always called her love.
    “Sweet will have to do for now ,” King said as those long lashes narrowed around his eyes. “No.”
    “No what ?”
    “No, I don’t use an endearment for girls I cross paths with.” He reached to put the bottle of water down on the table but to do so he had to lean near Reveca. “I remember everything,” he said in a deep, quiet voice that was laced with command. It sent a surge through Reveca, a sensation she had not felt since she was a twenty-year-old girl.
    Right then the distant thunder of bikes rumbled through the air. She gave King a once over, then turned to go to the dock where everyone parked their bikes.
    Right then Talon, Thrash, Shade, and Red pulled in, and just behind them four others.
    She waited as Talon backed his bike in, even ensured the smile he liked was in place.
    “Miss me?” he asked as she walked to him. Before she could answer, still astride his bike, he pulled Reveca to him . His kiss was deep, claiming, so was his hand that loved the fact that her shorts were loose which allowed him to glide under them without effort. They could hear the other guys whistling.
    Reveca had never been one for public displays of affection and Talon knew that so he pulled away far sooner than he wanted to.
    “What are you doing out here? How’s our girl?”
    “Sick as hell. I was just heading out. How’d it go this morning?”
    “Everything is collected, being checked . We make the drop