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up. “I know, but I want to get inside sometime tonight. I’m
starving.”
    So it was all about him. At the top of the
steps, he leaned her against his flexing chest to get the key into the lock.
Only then did her hip bump into something very large and very hard. No freaking
way he had a hard-on.
    When he pushed open the door, she expected him
to unceremoniously dump her on her feet, but instead he crossed the room with
her in his arms. While he hadn’t touched a switch, the lamped turned on
automatically. Dante had mentioned something about having sensors everywhere
and now she believed it.
    Trax set her on the sofa.
“Don’t move.”
    She wasn’t sure where she
would go even if she did. They were in a humongous loft apartment that was very
upscale. Two of the walls were brick and shot up fifteen feet, giving the place
an expansive feel. Ductwork and pipes crisscrossed the ceiling, which made her
believe she was in a bigger city than Gulfside. Across from the living room sat
a large, modern kitchen with granite counter tops and stainless steel
appliances. Her heart ached as she remembered how much her mom always wanted a
kitchen this grand but had never been able to afford it.
    Besides the large colorful paintings
adorning the walls, what struck her was how neat the loft was. Maybe it was
that few personal affects appeared anywhere.
    “Do you live here year
around?” Maybe this was a kind of safe house.
    Dante set down her suitcase.
“I’ll answer that. Yes. And before you ask, Trax is OCD so don’t make a mess or
he may have to spank your ass.”
    “His hand ain’t going to
touch my ass, ever.” Holy shit. Did that
come out of my mouth?
    That got another round of
laughter out of Dante. “I told you, bro. She’s a live one.”
    This whole time, Trax was
removing what looked like packages of frozen vegetables from the freezer and
not answering.
    Dante shrugged. “When my
brother gets focused on something, it’s best not to disturb him.”
    Her stomach grumbled, and
Dante slid down next to her. “What say we order a pizza?”
    At that moment, she might
have decided that Dante was her dream man. “You a pepperoni type or a veggie
man?” Please say you like meat.
    “I like my food tart and
spicy. Just like my woman.” His eyes sparkled and for a brief moment, she
thought he might even kiss her.
    She licked her lips.
    “Beer?” Trax asked, breaking
the tentative connection between them.
    Dante cleared his throat and
jumped up. He turned toward her. “You?”
    “I don’t think that’s wise
with my head.”
    “How about some aspirin?”
    She looked at Trax. “Would
that be okay?” She couldn’t remember what the doctor had said.
    “Sure.” He poured green
vegetables on his plate and shoved them in the oven. “Dante, why don’t you put
our guest’s stuff in my room.” He moved his focus over to her. “I’ll sleep on
the coach.”
    Now they were being overly
nice. “I can sleep on the sofa. You shouldn’t have to give up your room.”
    Dante retrieved her stuff.
“Don’t argue with him, sugar. Once Trax decides on something, there’s no changing
his mind.”
    He disappeared into what she
assumed was Trax’s room. He turned back to preparing his meal.
    “Why don’t you like me?” Yes,
she’d felt his hard cock, but he rarely looked her in the eye and certainly
didn’t try to make this ordeal easier for her. Had it not been for Dante, she’d
be a complete mess now. Except for a dad who didn’t even bother to come to his
ex-wife’s funeral, she had no family to speak of.
    “Ma’am, it is my job to
protect you, not entertain you.”
    Wow . That was harsh. “Just asking.” Although
he’d said the words with control, she suspected he might be hiding something.
    Dante slipped down next to
her and handed her two aspirin and a glass of water. She needed to pay more
attention. She hadn’t even heard or seen him come out of the room. She
swallowed the pills.
    He pulled out his phone.