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the ground with Betsy bending over him, and a dark limo pulling away from the curb, Monica's hands pressed against the back side window.
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    Harley pulled his cell phone out and speed dialed his security team. "There's a limo headed for the front gate - stop it. And we need medical to the chapel. Ian's been hurt." Disconnecting, he tried to ignore the primal need to go reclaim his woman immediately and knelt beside his sister, who was helping the minister sit up. "What happened," he asked, pulling Ian to his feet. "How did they get Monica?"
    "They knew," Ian said, wincing and holding a hand across his midsection as he straightened. "Those bodyguards were waiting in the alley when we came out. Monica fought hard, and I chased them, but one of them clocked me in the stomach. I'm sorry, Harlan - I couldn't hold them off."
    Harley shook his head. "It's not your fault - he had it all planned out before he came in. He must have done his homework, but he's not getting past that gate." His phone buzzed and he glanced down, then grinned. "Security's got them now, it seems. Are you going to be okay? Medical’s on the way, and Betsy can stay with you until they get here."
    "I'll be fine." Ian took a tentative step forward. "What are you going to do?" He didn't look at Betsy and Harley wondered what she'd done this time. He'd have to have another talk with her about leaving his friend alone apparently. She'd been after Ian since they were kids and it was past time she gave up her childhood crush. But there were bigger issues to resolve at the moment.
    He put his hands in his pockets, exhaling slowly. "I'm going to tell Burns to leave. Then I’ll take Monica home."
"And you think he'll go along with that?"
Harley shrugged, grinning as he started to walk away. "He doesn't have a choice." He glanced back, noted Ian's uncomfortable glance at Betsy and took pity on the man. "Hey sis, wanna come with? Monica might need a friendly shoulder while I'm dealing with her dad."
Ian stood taller. "Go ahead, I'm fine. She needs you." Betsy stared at him, locked in some silent debate for a moment before she turned on her stilettos and joined Harley on the dirt road. As they walked, Harley wondered how long she'd be able to stay quiet. It turned out to be about ten feet.
"I saw the way you looked at her, you know. The way you touched her. You didn't marry her just to protect her." Her tone was confident, and despite the fact that he did feel...something for his new wife, it wasn't something he wanted to discuss with his sister.
He stared straight ahead, watching people swarm around the entrance gate where he assumed Burns was giving his team a hard time. His men were the best in the business though - you couldn't run a place like this without top-notch security to keep people from getting hurt.
"None of your business, sis. But since you opened the topic, what did you do to Ian? He's all nervous around you again - didn't I warn you to step back?"
She punched him in the arm. Hard. "I was just having a little fun with him," she said, a pout evident in her voice. "He needs to lighten up and you know it. It's not like we haven't known each other forever."
"He doesn't want you, Sis. I know it's hard to hear, and even harder to understand, but you've got to leave him alone. I hate to see you waiting on a guy who--"
"Hey!" A shout from up ahead pulled his attention back to the melee. "Come back here!" A figure broke free from the crowd and ran toward their position in the street.
"Is that Monica?" Betsy squinted into the dark.
Harley took in the figure, his eyes raking over every curve of the silhouette. It was definitely her - but how had she gotten away? As she drew closer she turned to look over her shoulder and he reached out to hook an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She panicked, punching and kicking at him with glazed eyes. He squeezed her to mute her actions and bent so his lips were close to her ear. "Monica, stop. You're safe."
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