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had given her a dirty, territorial look in the bar. What the hell was she doing here? Maybe Brody had been leaving with her. It couldn’t have been coincidence that they were leaving at the same time.
    The blonde glanced at the men on the ground and the ones getting up. She narrowed her eyes and lifted a finger to her temple as she closed her eyes. Her words came out a whisper on the night wind. “They were going to rape her.”
    Her eyes flashed open . Brody spun around and pushed Tara behind him, as though he was going to save her, only he was about five minutes too late. Tara would have laughed if the situation weren’t still so…volatile. “They didn’t stand a chance.”
    He glanced at the blonde . “Veronica, how do you know that, and how did you know she was in trouble?”
    Veronica stepped f arther away from the guys on the ground. “It’s my gift.”
    She pointed to the guys struggling to compose themselves. “They were going to rape her and kill her.”
    Mitch spun toward Veronica, his eyes widened in disbelief. Veronica narrowed hers as she crossed her arms over her chest. Beefy Numbers Two and Three pushed to their feet.
    “I just wanted to scare her for embarrassing me. I wouldn’t have hurt her.”
    Brody’s facial expression turned thunderous; his eyes deepened like the scowl on his face. She’d yet to see this side of him. He looked ready to kill. One touch, one word, and she instinctively knew the men who had attacked her wouldn’t live long enough to see another sunrise.
    She’ d never seen that look he was giving them before—the barbaric, chest-thumping, this-is-my-woman-and-now-you-die look and it was sexy. Regrettably, she wouldn’t let him follow through on the killing part, but it was still hot to watch him get all worked up.
    “Brody….”
    He growled. “Not now, Tara.”
    Brody levitated the men off the ground , into the air as though they were in bubbles. Their eyes grew wide as each one reached up and grabbed their throats as though they were trying to remove an invisible hand that was choking them. First one, then two fell unconscious, and Tara knew she had to do something.
    “Brody , stop.” She squeezed his arm.
    “Oh God, he’s killing them.” The blonde screamed as she took several tentative steps backward toward the bar door.
    He ignored them both, his eyes swirled with fire and brimstone as the other thug fell unconscious. Tara stepped in front of him breaking his eye contact with his latest victim. She placed her palms on his cheeks, and pressed her lips to his. His eyes bulged before they slid closed. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her body flush with his. She heard the thump of the men behind her falling to the ground, the men who had almost just died.
    Brody groaned deep in his throat when his hands landed on her ass and lifted her in the air. She locked her ankles around his back to keep from falling. He turned and pressed her against her SUV as he deepened the kiss. A soul-searing, melt-your- panties, forget-your-senses, knock-all-rational-thought-out-of-your-head kind of kiss. The kind where she couldn’t fight back, not that she wanted to. Good God… had this been what she was missing out on all this time?
    She surrendered to his touch, to the tangle of their tongues as he pressed his jean-covered erection into the hot juncture of her panties.
    One hand traveled up her body and behind her neck.
    “Brody ,” she mumbled into his mouth.
    He ignored her and continued with his onslaught.
    “Brody, you need to stop. We can’t do this here.” Although she was saying the words, she couldn’t bring herself to force his body away from hers. It was as though her mind and her body wanted two totally different things.
    Brody was tugged away from her , and she almost landed on the ground.
    “I can handle this from here ,” Peter announced as he moved to place his arm around Tara’s shoulders. “She’s my fiancée.”
    Tara rolled out from under