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man’s sister twelve hours after meeting her. He was exactly what his ex-wife, Jennifer, had accused him of being—a disgusting monster. He cleared his throat. “I will.”
    Sara watched him from her bent back position, her eyes catching the occasional headlight from the cars behind them. She was so damn beautiful, he almost threw caution to the wind for the second fucking time, but Garrett’s voice in his head was too much. Z pulled her dress back down, clenching his teeth to resist kissing her breasts, and covered her. Then he lifted her into the seat next to him and crossed his arms over his chest.
    He could actually feel her questions in the silence between them, her demands to know what the hell was wrong with him, even though she didn’t say a word. “Give me your phone.” He waited for her to obey, and then quickly popped out the battery and SIM card. Then he passed back a prepaid that he’d bought earlier that day. “I doubt they’ll bother to track it, but we can’t risk it. My number is programmed in the contacts.”
    She slipped it into her purse and turned to stare out the window. The minutes passed, ticking up to half an hour and then a full hour, and still she didn’t say a word.
    It was only when he looked over and found her asleep that he realized what she’d been doing. Obeying. The thought left him cold. How the fuck was he supposed to keep control of himself when she was so damn tempting and obedient?
    Z slouched back against his seat and cursed long and low. It was going to be a hell of a long mission.

Chapter Five
    Sara woke up as the car pulled to a stop. Her body still ached with unresolved pleasure, and combined with the short nap, it did nothing for her mood. She rubbed her hands over her arms, all too aware that she’d stupidly skipped a coat, since she hadn’t planned on being outside much. Apparently Z didn’t believe in turning on the heat—unless it was the sexual heat.
    She opened the door and stepped out onto the driveway, determined to put him out of her mind despite his proximity. She had been guilty of running hot and cold in the past, but that man was in a completely different league. How the hell did he go from barely exchanging two words to her, to über Dom, and then back to treating her like she’d just crawled into his lap and tried to fuck him against his will?
    Really, she should thank him for stopping before something happened that they couldn’t take back. Her life was complicated enough without adding a man who affected her on a level unlike anyone in the past. Even now, she could feel his gaze on the back of her neck, hotter than fire and twice as dangerous.
    She moved toward the house, only to be stopped by a hand on her arm. It was aggravating as all get out that she already knew who was touching her without looking back. She opened her mouth to tell him to keep his hands to himself, but the words wouldn’t come. Sara cursed herself for following an order when she had no intention of submitting to him.
    But she still couldn’t make herself speak.
    “Let Joe check it.”
    A small, dark man slipped out of the driver’s door, very pointedly not looking at her, and disappeared through the front door. Sara jerked away from Z while they waited, gripping her own wrist hard enough to hurt, until she was able to force out, “Don’t touch me again.”
    She turned to find him watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. “I’ll do my best.”
    Was that supposed to be comforting? It didn’t help that she wasn’t sure what answer she was looking for. She didn’t make a habit of being indecisive, but this man seemed to bring it out in her. One second she was deciding to seduce him, the next she was submitting, the next she didn’t want him to touch her at all. It was enough to give her whiplash. She still wasn’t sure if she should smack her brother or thank him for inadvertently putting a stop to her and Z’s hookup in the backseat.
    Maybe she’d