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the encounter into another sexual contest. When she’d met his challenge and dropped the dress, he’d looked at every inch of her body with an arrogant certainty—as if he knewhe’d win one day. As if he could wait. As if she couldn’t. And then he’d walked out on her.
    He had walked out on her .
    Not only that, he’d left her standing stark naked in his salon, the doors wide open, and all of his guests had seen her.
    It was hard not to spit with rage, even now. Men did not walk out on her. Men drooled over her body, most of which was muscle. Men gaped when they saw her face, with her long-lashed blue eyes, her small straight nose, the high cheekbones and strong jaw. But Maclean had been mocking. Who did he think he was?
    Sam believed in payback. She held her grudges for life.
    This was war—even if he was one of the good guys—and she was going to win.
    But although his power was huge and white, and he was Aidan of Awe’s son, his loyalties were not clear. Sam did know one thing. He was most definitely loyal to himself.
    She was very doubtful that he was a part of the Brotherhood. He was too selfish.
    â€œWhy is he on Hemmer’s guest list?”
    Nick shoved a fat file at her. “Happy reading.”
    Sam started. “He’s on file.”
    â€œYou know Big Mama,” Nick said, referring to the agency’s supercomputer. “Maclean is on the ADR list.”
    That was automatic data retrieval. When Big Mama flagged a person deemed corruptible, she automatically began to build a file, retrieving data from all possible sources at a set time every day. Because Ian was Aidan of Awe’s son, and Aidan had turned to evil for decades before being redeemed, he would have been flagged immediately. His status as corruptible could only be changed by an administrator.
    â€œAre you going to admit you’re ready to pull that short, spiky mess out by its roots?” Nick was somewhat amused.
    â€œI don’t pull hair and you know it. I’m thinking of using my Frisbee,” she said. That toy had teeth that could sever a man’s head from his body with a gentle toss, much less anything else she might want to sever.
    â€œYou’re not doing a good job of guarding your thoughts,” Nick commented, sitting down on the edge of his desk. “And I hate to tell you, kid, you put your hand between his legs and he isn’t going to quiver with fear.” Nick started laughing.
    Sam tensed, hoping he hadn’t had a visual of her standing naked in Maclean’s fancy Highland salon. “If I ever put my hand there, he’s going to be really, really sorry,” Sam snapped.
    Nick’s amusement vanished and he folded his arms across his chest. His biceps bulged beneath the sleeves of his dark T-shirt. “I have never seen you so pissed off.”
    â€œGuess I’m mostly human,” she quipped.
    He ignored that. “He is not aligned with the good guys. He is not a Master, Sam,” he warned.
    â€œSomehow, I didn’t think so,” she said wryly. But her heart was beating a bit too swiftly, the way it did before battle—or during sex.
    â€œHe doesn’t play by the rules. But you know that, don’t you?”
    Sam decided that Nick probably knew everything. “I don’t play by the rules, either.”
    He smiled. “That’s why I’m so proud of you.” He became serious again. “I have no evidence that he’s turned. I look forward to meeting him and deciding for myself. But you are almost out of control, Sam. Anger will weaken you. He’ll make mincemeat out of you if you don’t get a grip.”
    Sam was furious. “I’m not angry—I simply can’t stand the sonuvabitch. He’s an unbelievable jerk. He makes you look like a saint. I did underestimate him, I’ll admit it. I thought he’d be putty in my hands. Well, I won’t underestimate him again and