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call on whether Nico will take the message that she’s finished with him more seriously if it’s coming from her or from me. But judging from the way his dark eyes are fixed on her face, I’m betting her voice is the one that matters most.
    “What are you doing here, Nico?” Cat’s tone is cool, but not cold, which is odd considering I know she has no interest in communicating with this man.
    But then she’s probably making an effort not to offend him, which is a good idea, though I hate that she’s being forced to pander to a big, scary, fuck stick. And damn, but the creep is even bigger and scarier up close.
    Nearly as tall as my six-five, Nico is every bit as broad through the shoulders and chest, though more slender everywhere else. Still, there’s no doubt in my mind that he would be a bad man to meet in a dark alley. He holds himself with the grace and ease of the prizefighters I’ve known. I’m bigger, but he would be faster and meaner. No fucking doubt about the meaner part.
    Looking into his dark brown eyes is enough to give me frost burn. He’s smiling, but there is nothing amused in his expression, and there’s nothing at all in his eyes. He’s empty, soulless, all the way down to the core, one of those people born without any conscience to go with their consciousness.
    Red was right. This dude is riding the crazy train all the way to the last stop. Thank God she had the sense to get off, and to seek help from someone who will make sure she doesn’t get yanked down onto the tracks.
    “A better question is why you’re kissing another man against my car,” Nico asks, his smile never faltering.
    Cat glances over her shoulder before turning back to her ex with saucer-round eyes. “Oh my God. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I never meant—”
    “It’s all right.” He angles his body closer to hers, making it clear he doesn’t consider me a part of this equation. “I know you, Catherine. I know who you are, and the way you behave when you’re being true to yourself. I’m not worried.”
    Cat pales, swallowing hard. “Please, Nico. I just want to move on. Aidan and I have been friends for a long time and now it’s, um…it’s turned to something more.” She leans into me until her ribs jab into my side, as if to prove that we’re literally inseparable. “I’m sorry if that hurts you. I never intended to rub your nose in our relationship. I honestly didn’t realize this was your car until you—”
    “There is no relationship.” Nico still refuses to look at me, even when I wrap my arm tight around Cat’s waist and glare down at him. “You can fuck every man in this city, but in your heart, your soul, you belong to me, and you always will. Nothing you say or do will ever change that.”
    “Her heart and soul belong to her,” I snap, deciding Cat needs backup. Stat. “And no means no, friend. She has no interest in you. It’s time to move on and leave her the hell alone.”
    “We’ll talk more later.” Nico ignores me, but the muscle in his jaw tightens, proving he heard every word I said. “When you’re alone and not covered in another man’s sweat.”
    “You won’t be talking to her later and especially not alone.” I drop the pretense of civility, allowing the threat of violence to creep into my tone. “You will lose her number and forget her name.”
    “Please shower as soon as you get home,” he continues, “I don’t want to catch the smell of him on your skin.” Nico’s eyes narrow, and I can feel how hard it is for him to keep from shifting his glare my way. “The stink is incredible.”
    I laugh; I can’t help it. “Did you really just insult me by saying I smell? What is this, the third grade?”
    “Take care, love,” he says in a clipped voice. “I’d hate it if anything happened to you while you were keeping bad company.”
    “I can take a shower,” I continue mildly. “A bad smell washes off. Crazy is a lot harder to get rid of, I hear.”
    Cat