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your control. In this – I’d bet on you not having it.” 
    Shi wanted to argue but he couldn’t when just hearing Carmen’s name heated his blood. “That makes two of us.” Control was not his friend right now and neither was Alexander.
    ***
    Fifteen minutes later, Shi had gotten directions to the safe house and he headed out of the hotel on his Harley, plenty skilled enough to dodge anyone who followed him. And sure enough, he hadn’t made it a block and there was another bike a few cars back, doing a piss pour job of following him. Shi’s lips quirked. Whoever this was, they really didn’t know just how bad a fucking mood he was in, or how much he’d enjoy wiping the pavement with them tonight. 
    Shi cut off the highway to a side street and then down a dark ally. He skidded to a halt behind a dumpster, got off the bike, ditched his helmet, and was flat against the wall, weapon in hand in a flash in all of a few seconds. The other bike rounded the corner and came to a complete stop and Shi brought the slight form of a rider in a helmet into view. The wind lifted and his nostrils flared with instant awareness. Carmen.  Fuck! She could have been followed. She flipped up her mask a second before he was by her side, snatching her off of her bike. 
    “Are you crazy?” he demanded. “You could have been followed.”
    “So far we’re alone,” she breathed, and damn it, the leather pants she wore hugged her body like second skin – the way he wanted to. “I had to see you.”
    And any second someone could round that corner. Shi lifted her off the bike, holding her close when he should have slid her immediately away from him. “You’re on dangerous territory.”
     “As long as I’m there with you,” she declared sounding as breathless and desperate. For him. That realization burned through him and called to both man and wolf in a way nothing had in his entire life. No. She called to him as no one ever had. He told himself to send her on her way. He told himself all the reasons he needed to stay away from her, at least for now. But another part of him said nothing was ever for certain. They didn’t know they were mates. They didn’t know there would be a tomorrow. Hell, they both knew more than most that tomorrow was never certain. Shi wasn’t going to the safe house without her.

 
    Chapter Two
     
    Nico’s idea of a safe house, Shi quickly discovered, was a ritzy guarded stucco place in the high-end Summerlin area north of the strip. With Carmen wrapped tightly around him from behind, and every nerve he owned aware of her pressed close, Shi used the remote control Nico had given him to open the gate and then seal it shut after they passed. 
    Once on the property, high concrete walls ensured they weren’t seen from outside. Another punch of a button and the state-of-the-art security system secured them for the night. A paved drive took them directly to the garage and yet another punch of a button let them inside, dim lights flickering to life as they entered. 
    Even before Shi killed the engine on his bike, the special electronic door had slid down and sealed them inside safely. Carmen climbed off the seat, yanking away her helmet. Shi was seconds behind her, ditching his own helmet, and watching her gloriously red hair tumble around her shoulders, his gut tightening at the way the leather she wore clung to the body he’d long resisted touching. 
    “Shi I-”
    She never finished the sentence. He was too hungry for her, too ravenous with need. One kiss, one taste, was all he’d had of her, and it had been all he’d had to hold him over for nearly a year. Shi pulled her into his arms, slanting his mouth over hers and stroking his tongue into the hot, wet recesses of sweet bliss. Drinking her in. He molded her close, feeling the soft curves of her body against his. 
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered against his mouth between kisses, her fingers curled on his jaw. “I‘m sorry,