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apart. Jealousy rose in A'isha, white hot and uncalled for.
    John strolled over and took her by the arm, yanking her from the man sandwich she was trapped in. “Get your motherfuckin’ hands off my woman,” John spat. “Go find your own."
    The man who had been holding her frowned and walked up on John. “Maybe you should look after her better before someone comes along and takes her."
    "Is that so?” John puffed out his chest, shoving A'isha behind him. “You think you're the man to do it, huh?"
    "Stop! I choose who I'm with.” A'isha stepped between them. “Look, it was fun, but I am with John, okay?” John reached around her to shove the man, only to be shoved back. The jostling had her reaching to hold onto John's arm to keep from landing on the floor.
    "Problem here, gentleman?"
    A'isha glanced up to find the woman who had been hanging on Connor's every word. She was a cop, too. Connor was close behind but said nothing, allowing his friend to deal with the scuffle.
    John sneered. “Who are you? Get lost. I don't need no white woman interfering."
    She flashed her badge. “This white woman happens to be a cop. Now, you want to break it up, or do I need to break it up for you? I haven't locked anyone up in the last hour. I'm due!"
    When John's hands came around her waist and rose to the underside of her breasts, she flinched and looked him in the face. His attention was on Connor who he had spotted behind his friend. For some reason, he thought Connor was interested in her and wanted to stake his claim. She rolled her eyes, wiggling from his hold.
    "John, I'm ready to go.” She didn't wait for his answer, but marched past heading for the exit. The blaring music kept her from hearing whether he followed. She pushed through the door to the parking lot and paused at the blast of cool air. The drop in temperature was a refreshing change to the oppressive heat of the club.
    "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
    She spun around. John stalked over to her and took her arm. Wrenching herself free, she glared at him. “I'm going home, just like I said. I'm not in the mood to get in the middle of a fight between you and those two guys.” She crossed her arms, a smirk on her face. “Frankly, I think they'd beat you anyway."
    "Oh, you got jokes, A'isha?” She thought he was about to hit her but he ran a hand down over her hair and caught her by the back of the neck. He drove her into his chest and dropped wet kisses along her cheek. “Feel that? My dick's hard for you. I lied to the police for you. I deserve something in return."
    "Not my body!” She bluffed. If he pushed, threatened to go back on his word, she might give in. Pivoting on the ball of her foot she strolled in the direction of her car. With any luck, John wouldn't see fit to follow. Maybe he could find a woman in the club to give him some action and take him home later. She wasn't interested.
    If she thought John was letting her off without a fuss, she was fooling herself. He spun her around and banged her back against her car, following with his body to trap her. With all the strength she could muster, she flung her leg up to catch him between his. Her knee made impact this time. His knees buckled. “You bitch! You're going to pay for that!"
    While he labored to get to his feet, her trembling fingers wouldn't still long enough for her to get them in the lock of her car. John closed his fingers in her hair. She screamed.
    "You have one second, Mr. Ford, to take your hands off of her."
    A'isha's teeth clattered together, and she sagged against the car, resting her face on the cold surface of her window. John's fingers left her hair. If Connor hadn't come along when he did, she would have been at her neighbor's mercy, a man she had known for years. Never would she have imagined he would attack her. Her quiet little neighborhood with older families and only one or two from her generation with kids went from safe to undesirable.
    John faced Connor with