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grab her heart and put a leash on it…something, anything, to keep
herself from feeling so happy at that sight of that craggy, not exactly handsome
face.
    As her heart gave one hard, bruising knock against her ribs,
she swallowed.
    “Good morning, Lacey,” he said quietly. That low, raspy
voice, just barely above a growl, sent shudders coursing through her and she
had to lock her knees just to keeping them from trembling.
    “Brogan.”
    He glanced down, his gaze lingering on her robe, and then he
lifted his eyes back to her face.
    “I’d like to talk with you—”
    “We got company, baby?”
    Still in shock, Lacey was stiff as Lou came up behind her
and slid his arms around her waist, hauling her back against him. He planted a
playful kiss on her neck before looking up at the man standing in the doorway.
    “Hello…” He smiled, all friendly like. Typical Lou. Then,
still being typical Lou, he said, “Dunno if you’re a politician or a salesman,
but we’re not interested. Are we, baby?” As if to reiterate that fact, he
skimmed a hand up her side, up…then down. Up, then down.
    “This is a…” Lacey cleared her throat. “An old acquaintance
of mine, Lou.”
    “Oh…gotcha.” He nudged the door open. “Come on in. Any
friend of Lacey’s…”
    Brogan inclined his head. “Thank you.”
    So polite , Lacey thought. Dazed. So very polite…
    Then she wasn’t able to think much at all—Lou had her turned
around, planting a quick kiss on her lips, one hand resting too damn low on her
back, just above her ass. “Why don’t you go get dressed and I’ll make up some
coffee?” he murmured against her lips.
    “Get dressed…” She glanced down, scowling.
    Then she groaned, feeling a blush creeping up her neck. She
was standing there. In her robe.
    Between her current lover and a very recent ex-lover. Of
course, Brogan had probably just now figured out he was an ex-lover.
    Glancing at Brogan, she beat a quick retreat.
    If she’d bothered to look back, even for a second, she might
have glimpsed the icy look flashing in Lou’s eyes.
     
    “You frequently paw women in front of guests?” Brogan asked
coolly.
    Lou shrugged. “Hey, our house…we can do as we see fit.”
    “Our?” he asked quietly.
    “Yeah.” Lou studied him coolly, and that friendly façade was
gone as if it had never existed. The blue eyes that had smiled so easily were
now brittle, sharp as broken glass. “Our. As in ours. Lacey lives here with me,
has for a few weeks and she’s planning on hanging around a while. That makes it our house.”
    “I see.”
    Lou smirked. “Yes, I bet you do.” He brushed past Brogan. Close.
Close enough that Brogan could have reached out and punched the bastard. Snapped
his neck.
    Then the man paused and slid him a narrow look—challenging. The
glint in his eyes seemed to whisper, Try it .
    Their gazes held for a moment and then Lou headed on into
the kitchen. “So did you get an eyeful last night?”
    Brogan tensed.
    Over the counter, Lou smiled. Seconds later, the rich scent
of coffee beans filled the air, followed by the whir of the grinder.
    “Excuse me?”
    “You make decent security systems—one of the branches your
dad owned installed the one I’ve got in my place years ago. My uncle updated
the cameras last year, and let me tell you, they can capture some really clear
images.” Lou braced his elbows on the counter and those blue eyes remained
cool, remained icy. “I saw you down by my office. Bad timing, man. Bad, bad
timing. That couldn’t have been any fun. Well, at least not for you.”
    Brogan almost went over the island after him.
    Then Lou shifted his gaze to the side, a smile curling his
lips up, and the cool look in his eyes softened.
    “Hey, angel,” he murmured.
    “What wasn’t any fun?”
    Eying the bastard, Brogan crossed his arms over his chest
and waited for the lies.
    But to his surprise, Lou chuckled and held out a hand. As
Lacey accepted, Brogan found himself