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It was difficult not to after his hacker had first attracted his attention by emptying out his bank account and the laughing scorpion had appeared on his screen in their place.
The money had been returned to his original account within minutes of Casper discovering the discrepancy. Telling him the scorpion must have been monitoring those accounts so that they had known the exact moment he discovered his money was missing.
He might not have been able to track the hacker back through that system using his code, but now that he was aware of how the hacker worked, he was able to realize within minutes if information was put into his system. In the instance of saving those two women, that information had been pivotal in affecting their rescue before those abusive situations could result in their deaths.
The Scorpion, as he had taken to calling his hacker, was on the side of the angels, not the devil.
“If I need your help, I’ll let you know,” he told Persy firmly.
“Will you?”
“Yes!”
* * *
Persy somehow doubted that, but she didn’t push the subject as she instead concentrated on looking out the windscreen at the road ahead. She knew they were almost at the address Casper had given her.
She had expected to like Casper, if only because she admired what he and the rest of his family did to help abused women. She just hadn’t expected to also be aware of the pull of Casper’s undeniable attraction.
There had been nothing in anything she had read or already knew about this man to warn her about the sexual magnetism oozing from his every pore. Or the lure of the heat in the depths of his dark brown eyes. And the temptation of the sensual curve of lips that looked as if they knew every way in which to give a woman, or man, pleasure.
The latter didn’t bother her in the slightest. An attraction was an attraction, and she had plenty of friends in the military who were either bi or gay.
“Jesus…” Casper muttered softly beside her as she parked the car on the road outside the address he’d given her.
Persy glanced at him briefly before following his gaze to where a car, or what was left of it, sat on a trailer in front of the open doors into a workshop where a mechanic could be seen working beneath the red Ferrari he had up on a ramp.
Her gaze returned to the badly damaged car. Every single panel of the green Jaguar was either dented or badly scratched. The roof was squashed down so low, she didn’t know how Casper had survived the accident let alone been lifted out of the wreckage with just a broken arm and cuts and bruises.
Persy felt a shiver pass down the length of her spine just looking at that damage and imagining all life being extinguished from the vibrant man seated beside her.
Casper released his seat belt and pushed open the passenger door. “You don’t need to… Oh. Okay.” He grimaced as Persy released her own seat belt before also getting out of the car.
In future, where Casper went, so did she.
That was nonnegotiable.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Can I help—Casper!”
Persy stood back a little to observe as the blonde-haired young woman seated behind the reception desk now stood up to rush across the forecourt toward Casper. The woman came to an abrupt halt several feet away from him on high-heeled shoes, her eyes wide as she took in his appearance.
She’d obviously intended to throw herself at him until she saw the sling immobilizing his arm and the numerous cuts and bruises on his face.
“Oh my God, Casper,” she groaned, one slender hand moving up to carefully cup his bruised cheek. “I couldn’t believe the damage to your car when it arrived here this morning. You could have been killed!”
“But I wasn’t,” he soothed as he placed his uninjured arm about the other woman’s waist and pulled her into a hug before releasing her. “Get out here and say hello, you git,” he called to the man working beneath the car.
A tousled head of blond curls appeared from beneath the car before the man ducked down and then straightened before coming toward Casper. “Fucking hell, Casp, you look a bloody mess,” he stated bluntly.
Casper burst out laughing. “I was involved in a near-fatal car crash. What’s your excuse?”
The other man grinned. “I always look like this.” He sobered. “No more clubbing it for you and me for a while, I’m guessing?”
“You guess correctly,” Casper confirmed wryly before sobering. “What are your thoughts on the Jaguar?”
“I think it’s a fucking mess—” The mechanic broke off, his eyes widening when he noticed Persy. “And who do we have here?” he murmured speculatively, wiping his hands on an oily cloth he’d pulled from the pocket of his overalls as he walked toward her. “Michael Somers.” He thrust out his hand toward her. “But everyone calls me Mike.”
