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me to go?”
    “I’m sure, brother. Don’t worry. I’ll take your stuff home with me. Take all the time you need. ”
    He slapped me on the back, made a go at the bouncer, then stalked out.
    “You be good,” the black guy said to me. I stared back dead-eyed and he shrank to his post.
    I sank back into my booth. Thurge had a real fire and brimstone streak to him. It made a fine counter with my live and let live protocol most of the time, but I hated when the balance tipped over to him. I’d helped him out with his little revenges before but the broken bones and open assault warrants left in his wake were more trouble than they were worth. At least other times, the source of conflict had been a real fight, but this had barely been a quarrel. I’d have his back, but unleashing him on them didn’t seem to quite suit the situation. I’d slash a few tires and tell him to call it even.
    The Indians were setting up their triangle again. It was gonna be a while. I snapped my fingers for another drink, something with enough to dull the edge. It was the wrong day to be alone with my thoughts.
    “How we doing over here?” A voice sang out.
    I’d heard it just a couple times, but its melody had already found a home in my memory. I knew whose face I’d find beaming down, so I took my time getting there. The waitress had on low heels that made her wide hips rise pleasantly, a grey shirt with a Volcano logo that barely contained the full blooms of flesh up top and dark silky hair that bobbed behind her neck.
    I landed on her face and found her flashing a smile as bright as any light in here. We stewed in a silent gaze. Her eyes were caramel up close and they flicked across me like splashes of sweet syrup.
    “Two fingers of whiskey,” I said. “A nice amber one.”
    “Aren’t all whiskies amber?”
    “No, some are dark, some are light.” Her bare arms dangled inches away from me and I ticked my head at them. “I want one like you.”
    Her cheeks went from amber to auburn at that, and I felt my own heat rise.
    Vaughn, what the hell are you up to?
    It was out now. I sank back and watch her face tumble through thoughts.
    “So,” she said softly, “You want a piece of me to drink up?”
    Her words came out low and sultry and sweet all at once. Goddamn, I wanted to suck her voice dry.
    “Sounds perfect.”
    She winked and flipped back around. I took a long pass at the way she wagged off – how each edge of her rear popped up as she switched through steps. I could barely tear my eyes away. Thurge might have been in one of his funks tonight, but I was in a mood I’d never been in before.
    Mixing was wrong. I knew that. But was it still mixing if you didn’t end up with a product? It wasn’t a question that I’d even had to consider before tonight.
    An hour ago, I would have said “hell, yes.”
    Without Thurge’s restraint, my mind offered a dozen loopholes. It was amazing how easy a female figure could make you could shed twenty-three years of discipline.
    She peeked over her shoulder from the bar, her dark eyes furrowed at my turmoil. All I could imagine was that same look, peering up at me, her face erupting into a moan as I slid into her.
    Fuck it, whatever code the Storm’s Soldiers had, it also included getting what we wanted. And I wanted her.
    I glanced at the table of Indians. Screw Thruge’s pissant revenge.
    It wasn’t them I planned on following home tonight.
     

CHAPTER THREE
    Meagan
    I steadied myself at the bar and forced myself not to look again.
    Why was I shivering? Oh yes, I’d seen the naked lust written all over that jutting white face, but I’d heard his friend. What kind of man would keep company like that?
    A fierce one. One solid enough to keep his head against the wind of other’s opinions. He hadn’t let his racist friend keep him from staring my way all night, had he? I trembled again at the thought of those blue gems digging into me.
    Jeannie frowned as she filled up the glass.