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effective. Or maybe…pairing multiple orgasms with her fear was actually reinforcing it?
    No, that just wasn’t the case. Dax Jamison was her magic pill. He was better than any other therapy or medication. His touch swept the painful thoughts right out of her mind and jerked her into a reality that was pure emotion and ecstasy. Rhee blushed at the image that came to mind: Dax’s face, his blue eyes darkening to gray as he took her again and again—until that little voice in her head just turned off.
    God, and lately, the deep tan and the scar on his shoulder made him look even more rugged and dangerous. Rhee sighed. Just thinking about the man made her belly clench in anticipation.
    A little smile played around Rhee’s mouth as she pushed open her front door. The cottage was totally quiet. It wasn’t unusual. Manali was spending a lot of time at Turtle’s place taking care of his uncle, and Dax wasn’t the kind to sit around and play tea party with Sirena until Rhee returned from her studio.
    They probably headed to the beach.
    Humming to herself, she dropped her bag on the couch and headed for the bathroom. The door to Sirena’s room was slightly ajar. She glanced inside and then Rhee stopped in her tracks.
    Dax, the long, lean length of him, was sprawled on Sirena’s toddler bed. He was spilling out of the damn thing, which must have been quite uncomfortable, but despite that, the man was fast asleep. His arm was tucked behind his head. Sirena cuddled next to him, her face burrowed against his chest.
    That squeezing thing her heart seemed to do when she observed Dax and Sirena together started up in her chest as she stared at the unexpected—and slightly comical—sight.
    Dax—wild, tattooed, Dax—fast asleep with his daughter in his arms. The sight warmed her heart. The rest of the scene came into focus. Purple teacups and saucers littered the room. The bed was crowded not only with Dax’s large frame, but with several stuffed animals. Sirena’s favorite monkey peeked out from beneath the man’s torso. But what had Rhee struggling to stifle her laughter was the shiny pink tiara that perched crookedly atop Dax’s white-blond hair.
    Rhee choked as she struggled to contain her snort of laughter. Her eyes welled up with tears of mirth. She held her breath as she rummaged in her pocket for her phone. She snapped a few pictures before easing the door shut and escaping to the living room where she collapsed in a fit of giggles.
    As she perused the photos, her mirth dissolved into something…else. Something that had her nipples hardening and a needy ache beginning to dance between her thighs. Rhee knew a thing or two about secret photos.
    Blackmail.
    Tonight, Dax is going to be the one tied to the headboard.

Chapter Three
    Wince was busier than he had ever been in his life. As the club liaison, running between the island and the Darling crew, Wince was on a plane more than he was on his bike. Even though some of the originals had started to call him “Preppy,” thanks to the full head of dark hair he was currently sporting, he didn’t mind the travel as much as he thought he would. In fact, the constant moving around assuaged an unusual restlessness that he was recently aware of.
    Wince stood in for Dax at the table when he was stateside, and when he was on the island, he helped oversee growth and distribution of the crops. It was a sweet deal, really, with all the free chronic and coffee he could handle.
    After a while, he found that he actually preferred the coffee.
    He couldn’t ask for a better life.
    So, why did he long for something else…something he couldn’t even identify?
    It hit him at specific times—like when Sirena tripped and skinned her knee, and Dax swept her up into his arms and she was laughing in no time. Or, when Rhee and Dax left the dinner table to put the Sirena to bed. Bearing witness to those intimate little facets of their daily lives made Wince’s heart feel funny.
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