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“Hey,” I say, looking down at my feet.

“Hi,” she replies faintly.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says unconvincingly. “I’m just still a little shaken up.”

“I don’t blame you,” I say sincerely. “I totally understand. I never thought they’d justattacklike that. I underestimated Jacob.”

“We both did,” she says. “I feel partially responsible for what happened.”

“Are you serious?” I ask. “The Hell-Snakes are our enemies. What? Just because you quit, you think Jacob shot the place up?”

She shrugs, now looking down at her own feet.

“It is nobody’s fault but his,” I tell her. “The Hell-Snakes put bullets in those guns and pulled those triggers. Everyone makes their own choices. They made theirs.”

Without having to say it aloud, she ushers me in. She closes the door behind me and bolts us in.

I look into her eyes, desperately trying to read them. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Megan.”

“I’ve been thinking about a lot of things,” she replies. “I’ve thought about our night together in your bed.”

“As have I,” I say.

“I’ve thought about your sweet little boys,” she continues. “Of course, I’ve thought about the other night at the clubhouse. I’m scared, Dustin.”

I hate hearing her say that. I want to protect her and make her feel safe and secure.

“You’re going to war with Jacob, aren’t you?” she asks.

“I am,” I answer. “It turns out we go further back than just the other night. He’s the one that gave the order to have my wife killed.”

She now seems paler than she was before.

I clear my throat. “I’ve got to ask, does this change things between us? Now that you see what kind of stuff I’ve got to deal with sometimes?”

“I’m not sure,” she says. “I don’t want to be in danger all the time.”

“I understand.”

“I guess I was in danger just by working for that creep,” she reasons. “I don’t know what to do. Now I’m afraid that Jacob will just show up here one night and rape me, or kill me…”

“I’m taking care of it,” I promise. “Let me handle Jacob and his reptiles first and then see how you feel. Don’t write me off just yet.”

“I’m not getting rid of you just yet,” says Megan. “I’m just afraid. And what would’ve happened if Mason or Austin were with you for some reason? I’m not telling you how to raise your kids—”

“Please let me fix our Hell-Snake problem, and then you’ll see that there’s nothing to fear anymore,” I say.

I pull her in for a hug, holding her close in order to comfort her and to hopefully avoid expounding on what I mean by “fixing our Hell-Snake problem.”

Neither of us want to let go of each other once we start hugging. We need closeness, compassion, and a pleasing warm body to hold.

I can smell her hair as I move my head around. She smells so good. I don’t want to ruin the moment by turning our hug into something sexual, but I want to feel her ass again so badly.

We look into each other’s eyes. The desire is incarnate, living, and existing behind her eyes and in her soul. I still can’t get over how fucking sexy this woman is.

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