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batches of it and placing servings in front of the bemused Warlocks as if I’d just slaved over a gourmet extravaganza.  And Orion remembered. 
    The box stayed in my hands for a long time as I stared at it, seeing not the familiar pictures on the front but the faces of the past.  My father, his Warlock brothers.  Orion.  With a sigh I rooted around in the rickety kitchen cabinets until I found a serviceable pot for boiling water. 
    The light was fading outside and the sounds of the bar were growing louder.  I peered out of the window and saw more bikes parked outside.  Still, no one entered the house.  I had dumped the pasta into the boiling water and was stirring carefully when I happened to look up.  Orion stood in the doorway staring at me.  I hadn’t even heard him come in.
    As he leaned casually against the wooden door frame, my breath caught at the sight of how imposing he was.  Almost with a will of their own my eyes strayed down his body; roaming across the black leather cut and dark cotton shirt which bulged with muscle.  And then my gaze lingered over the evident swell of his manhood.  He caught me looking and smiled knowingly.  I turned back to the boiling water. 
    Orion’s voice was glib and sarcastic.  “Hello, dear.  Dinner almost ready?” 
    “Mock if you want.  But I make a mean mac and cheese.”
    Orion laughed lightly and I glanced up.  “So some things don’t change,” he said.  Then he looked me over, his face growing more serious.  “And some things do,” he said so softly I almost didn’t hear.
    “Where is everyone?”
    His eyes bored into me.  “Gone for the evening.  On my orders.” 
    “Oh,” I said, feeling a little lightheaded.  I caught his meaning full well, remembering the way he’d whispered ‘Tonight’ in my ear.  As he’d already assured me, Orion always kept his promises. 
    I gave the pasta another stir, the heat in my face having little to do with the steam rising out of the pot.  Orion hadn’t moved from the doorway.
    “Hey,” I said, turning and frankly meeting his silent gaze.  “You think you could watch this for a minute?”
    Orion shrugged but willingly took the spoon from my hand. 
    “ Please the shit out of him.” 
    Rachel obviously knew her way around men and I figured her advice was worth gold.  In the bedroom I changed hurriedly into the one sexy article of clothing I had managed to find picking through the scanty merchandise of Quartzsite’s shops. 
    I fluffed my long hair out and rolled on some red lipstick.  After I left the bedroom I paused by the bathroom mirror, running my hands over the smooth fabric of the slick black dress which scarcely covered my ass.  I looked cheap.  I looked sexy.  I looked ready for the leader of Defiant. 
    Evidently I wasn’t the only one well versed in the fine art of making macaroni and cheese.  Orion had drained the pasta and added the pouch of cheese.  He was ladling the gooey concoction into a pair of plastic bowls with a small frown on his face.  I laughed outright and he looked up, startled. 
    “You have no idea,” I giggled, “what a sight you are, looming over the stove in your leather.”
    Orion was unfazed.  With one easy move he pull ed both his shirt and his cut over his head, tossing both onto a chair.  “Better?” he asked, lighting a cigarette as I sat at the table and stared at his muscled torso.
    “Better,” I muttered. 
    I took a small sip of the beer Orion handed me.  He sat across from me and began eating, his piercing blue eyes regarding me carefully.  I couldn’t quite read his look; it was as if he was going back and forth about something inside his head. 
    The strap of my dress kept falling off my shoulder.  I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.  Orion watched me coolly as I struggled to keep my dress up. 
    “Let it fall,” he finally said, reaching over and pulling it all the way down and exposing the top of my left breast.