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She knew they were friends, had been since they were younger, along with her older brother, Nick, but Rome was a top-notch leader who expected only the best from his team. If X was a part of that team, a close part, it meant he had to be the best of the best.
    If there were Rogues in the club, X could have taken them, Caprise didn’t doubt. So why did he run instead?
    “You aren’t afraid of the Rogues, are you, Xavier?”
    She knew her voice was taunting, had meant it to be just that. But she’d also wanted a real answer. She wanted to know what ruffled his feathers—the fierce but contained FBI agent and shifter warrior. What was he hiding behind that persona he so desperately wanted everyone to believe?
    But he didn’t answer. She should have expected that. When he took the next corner with even more speed and she slid along the backseat because fastening her seat belt hadn’t occurred to her, Caprise cursed.
    “I’m not afraid of anything,” he answered finally. His voice tight, his gaze straight ahead, shoulders squared.
    He wasn’t lying. Fear wasn’t a part of X’s makeup, that she knew for a fact. Still, Caprise couldn’t shake the thought that there was much more to this shifter than anybody knew. At any rate, it wasn’t her job to find out.
    “I don’t scent anything or anyone.” It was an admission, one she wasn’t sure why she’d made. She’d come back to DC to take control of her life, but lately she’d been doing and saying a lot of things she wasn’t quite sure of.
    “Why is that?”
    The interior of the truck had developed a chill, and Caprise shivered. She hated being cold; it made her feel isolated, alone, vulnerable, as she had been all those years ago in the Gungi. In her mind there was a slight debate on whether or not she should answer him, then finally she figured what the hell. “Because I’m a human.”
    She saw him hit a button on his dashboard and watched as a garage door opened. He drove inside and she was treated to a bright-ass light bouncing off stark white walls. There were six parking spots, each one of them already filled with a car or truck. One was even occupied by a motorcycle. At any rate there weren’t any available spots. No matter, X put the truck in park and hit another button.
    Caprise jolted slightly as the truck began a downward descent. They were sinking into the floor. She looked around curiously as they were lowered into a darker space. When they were once again on level ground he drove the truck another few feet then parked in a corner near a wall with an elevator and a door. She wondered which one they’d be using.
    When X got out he took his sweet time coming back to open her door. The minute he did, she jumped out, taking in big gulps of air.
    “I don’t like confinement,” she told him.
    He shrugged. “Most cats don’t.”
    It was instinct to reply, “I’m not a cat.”
    “You are what you are, Caprise. Words won’t change that.”
    He didn’t even look at her as he slapped his palm against the elevator button.
    “I’m a human,” she said when they stepped into the elevator.
    “And a jaguar.”
    She was about to open her mouth to argue but figured it was futile to argue with X. He wasn’t the type to yell at a female but he did step in front of her, grabbing her by the back of her head. He was quick, his lips taking hers swiftly, his tongue stroking hers with a heat that licked and relit the fire inside her. Hungrily he kissed her, his teeth nipping her lips, tongue rubbing greedily over those spots. She would have tried to pull away but there was no mistaking the fierce grip he had on her head. Besides, the duel was enticing. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, sucked on it wantonly, and was rewarded by his other hand moving to grab her ass.
    Caprise took a step, backing him to the wall this time and pressing her body against his. If X wanted to play the sex game he was going to have to learn that she was a top-notch