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making this political. I’m talking about sex.”
    A very firm hand crept down to the upper curve of her ass. Darla released one of his shoulders long enough to slap it away, but his hand vanished before she could hit it, and she ended up smacking herself. “Neanderthal.”
    “Me?” He raised his brows in feigned innocence that looked utterly ridiculous on his made-for-sin face. “I was just saying, only a weak woman needs to validate her strength by walking all over a man. You aren’t weak. You need someone who can match you.”
    “Forgive me if I’m not inclined to take dating advice from a man who’s about to spend the next eight to ten years in a box.” Even if he was freakishly hot. And echoing her own thoughts.
    What she wouldn’t give not to have to worry about accidentally cracking her boyfriend’s ribs if she got carried away in the heat of the moment. It was hard to feel feminine when she had to curb every caress. That’s why Kyle’s not-girly-enough complaint had hit so hard—not because she’d deluded herself into thinking he was The One after only three dates, but because it struck too close to the insecurities Darla had tried to bury.
    Which fricking pissed her off. DynaGirl didn’t do vulnerable.
    Big, Bad & Handsy smirked. “You know I’m right.”
    Annoyingly, he was. If only he wasn’t so wrong for her.
    She had a new requirement for her dream guy. Strong enough not to be threatened by her was a nice starting point, but not a supervillain had just moved to the top of the list.
    The rear entrance to the North Courthouse came into view, and she swooped them down to hover above it. In a few seconds he’d be in the holding cell that would be his home until a speedy trial convicted him, and she’d be free to go back to…what? Being lonely? Wallowing in self-pity? This altercation hadn’t been the catharsis she was hoping for at all. If anything, she felt worse.
    They were fifty feet above the Courthouse and lowering steadily when he twisted in her arms, looking into the parking lot below where guards with tasers were now crowding out of the doors and pointing to the sky. The call to be on the watch for an airborne arrival would have gone out as soon as the mayor set off Darla’s signal. DynaGirl always got her man.
    And what a man…
    “Jail, sweet jail.” He took his eyes off the guards below, tipping his head toward hers, stealing into her personal space in an impossibly intimate way. “I don’t suppose I can talk you into baking a file into a cake for me.”
    Darla put as much distance between them as she could without dropping him. “You seem confused about the nature of our relationship. You’re the bad guy. I don’t help bad guys. I nail their asses.”
    “As inviting as some mutual nailing sounds,” he purred suggestively, “I have a prior engagement I really must get back to.”
    “Wha—?”
    She didn’t see the blow coming. It landed before she felt him move, rattling her skull like a kettle drum. Her grip loosened, and he followed up with a flurry of quick hits, more startling than painful, as he twisted wildly in her arms. She tried to keep a hand on him, but with a sudden rip , unnaturally loud over the frantic shouts from below, he was gone, leaving her with her head ringing, holding two fists of black leather shreds and empty air.
    Shake it off. Darla hesitated only a moment before arrowing to the ground after him, but that flicker of doubt already gave him too much of a head start. She landed nimbly in the divot he’d cratered in the asphalt of the parking lot, whipping around, scanning for him. He was fast, but he couldn’t have gotten far. It had been a matter of seconds.
    Guards lay scattered like so much debris, tasers useless in their hands as they groaned and clutched miscellaneous body parts.
    Shit. Where was he? She replayed the last few minutes, cursing herself for allowing him to lull her into complacency. She’d relaxed her guard. Not a lot, but