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asses off to Enforcement. Got it?”
    A smile touched his lips. “Got it.”
    “Then where are we going?”
    Tegan couldn’t help it then. He let his gaze drift down over her dirt layered pants, the tank top that was damn near the color of her skin. She wasn’t thin. At least not the wiry lean he was used to seeing in Hound females, where they could probably wear a bikini beautifully, but a sharp eye wouldn’t miss the jut of a hip bone beneath the skin.
    No, she was thicker. Still slender, but with muscle and weight to her. A solidity he was more used to seeing in lionesses. Dirt smeared her cheeks, and her hair was a tousled mess, strands of the reddest rust he’d ever seen. Several strands had fallen loose from the tight knot she kept it in, and they dangled just out of reach. He itched to reach out and touch it, to test the silk of it against his fingertips.
    Shit. Now, he was every bit as smitten with her as Kanon.
    She’d agreed to let them prove it and now he was thinking about running his hand through that long, long hair. Yeah. She’d just as soon break his hand than let him do that.
    Tegan caught Kanon’s eye, his partner giving him an impish grin and Tegan couldn’t help but smile back. At least they liked to share and sharing Lennox would be something neither of them would forget for a long time.
    Probably because she’d kill them.
    Lennox’s eyes narrowed.
    Tegan covered his smile with a small cough. One handed, he gestured towards her dirt stained outfit. “You can’t wear that where we’re going.”
    “Bullshit I can’t.”
    The muscle in her jaw flexed, tense and he could see the warpath opening up between them. Damn, the woman would do battle with just about anything if a man riled her right. Kanon snatched a strand of that hair and Tegan’s eyes jumped to his, knowing instantly the texture of her hair by the hooded expression on his partner’s face.
    Hell, Metro would let just about anyone in, as long as they were wearing clothes, but Tegan ached to see her without the dirt and with all that hair loosely draped over her shoulders.
    She caught Kanon’s hand, so ready to fight when Tegan gave a low chuckle, stepping closer. Trapping her, between them and the dining room. She could run, but she’d have to back down for that. Lennox Donnelly looked like she’d rather shoot them both first.
    But she was still trying to be the nice girl. “I thought you wanted help.”
    Tegan let her see the lazy draw of his eyes as he looked her up and down from head to toe. “You’re filthy. Your hair is a mess...”
    “You have dirt smudged on your cheeks.” Kanon licked a finger and reached out to swab a spot when she jerked back, a laugh floating from her.
    “Is that your game? Seduce the Hound meant to drag you in?”
    “No, Tegan actually intends to take you to the bar.”
    Her gaze flitted back to Kanon. “And you?”
    Kanon lifted his shoulders in a shrug, his grin growing wider. “We can go to the bar.”
    “We are going to the bar. Unless your witnesses are fake, then we’re all going down to Enforcement.”
    Tegan snatched a piece of her hair, giving it a small tug. “Then you should probably clean up. I can show you to the bathroom.”
    Her death glare would have been enough to make most men cower. It only turned Tegan on more. “I’m going as is.”
    “Might as well roll you in a few mud puddles first.”
    Kanon snorted. “Or dump her down a manhole along the way.”
    “She does stink a little.”
    “Like wet dog.” Kanon edged closer, his hand finding the back of her neck just as she flattened her palm against his chest. Her jaw went tight with warning, but she caved.
    “All right. Where’s the bathroom?”
    That was something Tegan had no problem showing her. They scooted her up the stairs and into the guest bathroom, even letting her shut the door and lock them out. He didn’t think for one second she’d run. She wasn’t the tuck-tail-and-bolt kind of girl.
    Tegan shook