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daughter, and certainly Will had been inclined to do so, but by agreeing to the man's terms, Will was making a kind of commitment to deal with Queenie's tantrums without crossing Leo's line.
    He could do that. Part of him wanted to do that. And part of him wondered what he was getting himself into. She was a strong-willed woman and might strain his patience. The reward of having her in his life, though, might very well outweigh the scrapes and bruises to his calm.
    "I understand, Leo. I wouldn't want to see Queenie harmed either. She's a bit of a brat, but she doesn't deserve abuse."
    "Glad we got that clear." He finished his coffee and put the cup down. "Now let's talk about that easement."
    "I'd like that."
    * * *
    Queenie watched Will and her father head toward the home office from the hallway a few doors down. Neither of them noticed her, or, if they did, they didn't acknowledge it.
    She wondered what they could be getting up to in there, but it seemed likely it was the easement issue, and that made her breathe a sigh of relief as she headed toward the kitchen. It would be good to have that settled.
    Not so good that it would mean the end of Will's daily morning visits. She was honest enough with herself to admit that she enjoyed some aspects of his company, and she was beholden to him for getting her out of jail. When he'd spanked her in the bungalow, she'd been enraged, but feeling his arms around her afterward took a lot of the emotional sting out of the experience. And the tender kiss they'd shared had been…well, she was trying to avoid thinking about it, though it kept popping into her head.
    Much as she enjoyed sparring with him, though, she was not ready to have a relationship with a man who might so easily dominate her. Her relationship with Harry--who turned out to be such a snake—had made her wary. She didn't want a new relationship; the old one had only been over for a year. And, even if she did find a new relationship, she sure as hell wouldn't choose a man who made his displeasure known on her butt. Even if she deserved it. Just because her father and brothers fell into that category with their women didn't mean she wanted to make it a family-wide activity. Maybe it had been good enough for her mother, and even for Queenie as a kid, but now she was a grown woman.
    If her temper sometimes got away from her, then so what? People got used to it. It was annoying when they tuned her out because of it, but it made her argue harder and louder. Usually, that got her her way.
    Maybe she was a little spoiled. But Queenie didn't care. She was what she was. If that meant that there was no man willing to accept her, so be it.
    Will Mazie might have kissed her, might have helped her out, but that didn't mean he accepted her, faults and all. It didn't mean anything. And it wouldn't be happening again anyway.
    Queenie was entering the kitchen when her phone rang. As she greeted Consuela, she looked at the caller ID. Her eyebrows knitted and she debated whether to take the call or not, finally deciding that Harry would be too persistent to be avoided.
    "Hi, Harry."
    "I owe you," he said.
    She sat down at the kitchen table. "You do?"
    "You left me in that crappy little jail."
    "You're out now?"
    There was an airy sound as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Yeah. My dad sent one of his assistants with a boatload of money."
    "How nice for you. What do you want?"
    "You are such a bitch! He threatened to stop payin' for my condo if I didn't stay clean. It's all your fault. If you'd have bailed me out, I wouldn't have had to tell him."
    "You didn't tell him, Harry. I did. When I called him, like I said I would."
    "Oh yeah. You're real responsible. Real reliable." He snorted. "You like getting me into trouble."
    Queenie was tempted to hang up, but some instinct told her to pay attention. "Okay, so I'm a bitch and you're a druggie. Is there more you'd like to discuss?"
    "I'm gonna make sure you pay for this, Queenie."
    The alarm