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Lexy’s, only to change his mind and stop at a hotel. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he mulled over the options before him.
    Logically, he knew it would be smartest to approach her in the morning. He knew, even before he pulled back onto the road, there were very few logical anythings when it came to Alexsa Camden and himself.
    Despite wishing to speed, he refrained. It neared midnight when he slowed to turn into her driveway. A lone security light framed the front of the ranch house and yard overflowed with flora. After pulling to a halt, he climbed out and made his way to the porch with its numerous wind chimes. A prickle skated along his spine and he knew he was being watched. Should have figured it would happen. He pressed the doorbell.
    He loosened his tie as he waited. The outside light flicked on, bathing him with a bright glow. Then the door opened and he promptly lost his breath.
    From her Hello Kitty head wrap to the cut-off—belly-button ring exposing—lavender camisole and on to the low-riding black boxers, she kicked his libido into high gear.
    “What are you doing here?” she demanded.
    He watched her lean the Louisville Slugger against the wall. She might very well hurt him for what he was about to do, but he didn’t give a damn. Besides, they were being watched.
    After reaching out, he grabbed her to him and slammed his mouth over hers, hunger immediately overtaking any semblance of control. Her taste swarmed over his tongue and he closed his eyes in bliss, even as he moved her farther in to be able to shut the door behind him.
    When the latching sound penetrated their bubble, Lexy pulled away and stared up at him, her brown eyes full of wary suspicion.
    “What the fuck are you doing here, Val? How did you find out where I lived?” She pushed him away and paced before him, enticing him with each stride she took.
    “What do you know about The Watchers?” he countered with his own query.
    She froze. For a moment her eyes went wide before they narrowed dangerously. She held up a finger and took several deep breaths then stomped to him.
    “You know something about this crap that right nearly killed my brother?” Her finger stabbed him with each bitten word. Her Southern accent was so thick he had a hard time understanding her.
    “I’m sorry about your brother.” He captured her wrist and drew her near. He realized his mistake and kissed her as he moved toward her stereo system and turned it on.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Give me five minutes to sweep the house then we’ll talk,” he murmured in her ear.
    Her mutinous glare told him he barely had five minutes. He got to work sweeping her house.
    Lexy seethed as her ‘visitor’ moved through her home as if he had every blipping right to do so. On one hand, seeing him again had her body thrumming with joy. For her here, however, it was nearly catastrophic.
    She sat at her kitchen table and watched him. After a few moments, she got up and went to her Keurig. Within seconds, she was adding creamer and sugar to her coffee while another brewed for Valentino. Her guest.
    He strode into the room and she covered for her faltering breath by sipping some of her java. Val appeared rumpled. How I like him. Okay, so that wasn’t entirely true—she liked him any way she found him. His blue tie hung askew and the white shirt had a few buttons undone. Black slacks showed off his strong lower body.
    Hotness aside, she truly didn’t like people coming into her home as he had. Being invited was one thing, pushing your way in another entirely.
    Val grabbed his coffee and sat opposite her before fixing it how he wanted then taking a long drink.
    “Well?” she snapped after he sat there in silence.
    “Tell me what you know about The Watchers.”
    She snorted. “Oh hell no. My house, which you shoved your way into. I want answers. So you will sit there and answer my question or you’ll be leaving.”
    He quirked an eyebrow. “Gonna throw me