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last night at the club. The impressive bulge in his jeans had been a bit hard to miss. Kimber sighed heavily. She needn’t flatter herself. After all, he had just been entertaining a dark-haired, attractive woman moments before.
    No matter how hot or sexy as hell he might be didn’t change the fact he was all kinds of wrong for her. He ran with murderers, drug runners, and thugs. She had watched the Discovery Channel documentaries on outlaw motorcycle gangs. Most hid under the guise of good deeds, when in reality they were nothing more than organized criminals. The federal government had repeatedly prosecuted various outlaw biker club members under the RICO, Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations, Act. These men lived under the scrutiny of the law.
    Kimber gazed into the distance, wondering if she had known Anton wore colors before she had slept with him, if that would have mattered at the time. She hadn’t exactly been thinking straight. The fact a man like Anton was interested in her had a heady effect on her libido.
    An engine rumbled in the distance. She caught sight of a pale green and white truck making its way down the one-lane county road. Her heart tripped. Though Anton road his motorcycle most days, she knew he also owned the older style pickup. The Ford slowed as the vehicle approached her drive.
    Her breath caught in her throat. She willed Anton to keep moving on down the road, not wanting to exchange words with him yet again. No such luck. The truck shifted gears and pulled into her drive, much to her discontent. His piercing blue gaze landed on her from behind the windshield as the truck rolled to a stop and he killed the engine. Alighting from the cab, his long legs closed the distance. He took the stairs with ease, coming within inches of her.
    Kimber used her hand to shield her eyes from the bright afternoon sun. She looked up at her impossibly tall and arrogant neighbor, still trying to get accustomed to the new look. It didn’t detract from him by any means, just added a dangerous edge. Her tongue stuck to her mouth, leaving her at a loss for words. Damn if he didn’t look somehow sexier in the full light of day. His blue gaze rimmed black, bearing down on her. Kimber didn’t miss the blatant interest she saw in their depths.
    She cleared her throat and raised her glass of tea. “I’d offer you some tea, but you aren’t staying if you’re just here to lecture me on my choice of bars again.”
    “Not funny, Kimber.” His deep voice warmed her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. And she thought the afternoon was warm before Anton arrived. The temperature rose about ten degrees as he stepped onto her porch. “I was serious when I told you to stay away from the Rave.”
    “I didn’t need your permission last night any more than I do today.”
    Anton crossed the white wood planks and took the rocker on the far side of the table, where he sat and looked across her well-manicured lawn. “I was a bit of an ass last night.”
    She nodded, finding humor in his need to apologize. She bet he didn’t eat crow often. Kimber hid her smile. “You were.”
    “Seeing Wolf’s big paw on you brought out my bad side.”
    “Why would you care?”
    He bowed his dark head and looked to the porch at his feet, clasping his hands between his knees. “Because I know my brothers. Shit. I meant that in the past tense.”
    “Brothers?”
    “I was a member of the Sons of Sangue before I became a Devil.”
    “Are they any worse than you?” She placed her tea glass on the table separating them to keep from beaning him with it. “You both wear motorcycle colors. What makes you a better choice?”
    “I never said I was. As I recall, I told you that you should stay away from me.”
    “You did. And yet, here you sit on my porch,” she pointed out. “I didn’t invite you. Maybe I need to tell you to stay away from me.”
    He shrugged his large shoulders, stretching his white tee across his