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he’d just killed a man.
    Granted, she knew that if Isaiah hadn’t pulled the trigger, he’d probably be the dead one and she’d be in the hands of God knew who.
    That didn’t make her feel any better.
    “I’ll call Jake and get things taken care of,” Micah informed them.
    Cassidy turned her attention to Isaiah’s twin, noticing the severe expression on his face. He didn’t bother to look at her, and she no longer wondered whether or not he was fond of her. She was certain he wasn’t.
    Not that she could necessarily blame him. She’d inadvertently brought danger to their doorstep.
    “Let me know if you need anything,” Isaiah replied. “And Micah, keep your eyes open.”
    Micah nodded to Isaiah and then left.
    “So what now?” Cassidy asked when they were alone.
    Isaiah’s intense gaze lifted to meet hers, and she realized she was shaking. The adrenaline had run its course, and she couldn’t stop the overwhelming chill that took up residence in her bones.
    “Come here,” Isaiah said firmly.
    Cassidy’s feet had a mind of their own, moving toward him at the instruction.
    When she was within reach, Isaiah’s arms lifted, and the next thing she knew, she was in his lap, his strong arms wrapped around her.
    “I’m gonna keep you safe,” he whispered, his breath fanning her hair as she buried her face against his chest.
    She prayed that was true, though she would never tell him as much. She wasn’t fond of having someone take care of her. She’d been doing a fairly decent job all these years. It kind of sucked that she had to lean on someone else at this point.
    Regardless, she couldn’t stop trembling, even as she allowed Isaiah’s warmth and strength to surround her.
    Several minutes passed as they remained like that, with her in his lap, his arms banded around her, his chin resting on top of her head. Finally feeling somewhat more at ease, Cassidy lifted her head and looked at him.
    For whatever reason—she blamed her out-of-control nerves—her gaze strayed to his mouth, and she had the sudden urge to kiss him.
    “Cassidy.”
    The way he said her name, the deep, dark rumble of his voice, sent a frisson of heat through her, effectively warming her from the inside out.
    Without thinking, Cassidy leaned in and pressed her lips to his, not caring if he pushed her away.
    He didn’t.
    No, Isaiah didn’t push her away; instead, he seemed to pull her closer. Cassidy wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers sliding through the silky strands of his dark hair as he took control of the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth when she opened to him.
    Her body quivered in response, but this had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with desire, need.
    Giving in to the kiss, Cassidy practically tried to climb his body, although he was holding her firmly in his lap. She wanted to get closer, to feel every part of him against every part of her. His big palm spread across her back, holding her so that her breasts were crushed to the solid plane of his chest.
    “Be careful, little girl,” Isaiah breathed, a clear warning in his tone.
    For the first time in her life, Cassidy didn’t want to be careful. She wanted to throw caution to the wind, to forget all the shit taking place around her. She wanted to get lost in this man.
    So, that was exactly what she decided to do.

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    Isaiah wasn’t sure what had gotten into Cassidy, but he was hard-pressed to resist her. She was ablaze, fire in his arms, and he was tempted. So goddamn tempted.
    She tasted sweet, like candy mixed with sin. A taste he was finding himself quickly addicted to.
    He liked the fact that she was kissing him, taking the reins, although they both knew he was in total control. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, despite the fact that he’d warned her.
    When her lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, Isaiah closed his eyes. “In about two seconds, I’m going to pick you up and carry you into that bathroom. Then I’m