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A cold shiver slithered down my spine. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just ring up the FBI and tell them I’m frightened because of a few men who tried to tear up my bar.”

“Well, you certainly need to find somewhere safe to stay. Maybe you should take a few days off, go somewhere with Zorro.”

“You know I can’t do that! I’m the only person who seems to know what they’re doing in that bar.” I was forced to admit that I was actually frightened. The incident the night before had fallen into the surreal category until hearing the info from Jessie. “Blade said they were bad news. I didn’t want to believe him.”

“Blade? You mean the biker’s name is Blade?”

“Uh-huh. Do not judge him.”

Jessie held up her arms, shaking her head. “Did you ever stop to think that this Blade creature might be working for the Desperados?”

I shuddered from the thought. “Then why didn’t he kill me last night while he was in my bed or while he was standing guard?” The words slipped past my lips before I could stop them.

“Oh. Shit. You slept with him. My God, Crystal. That’s not like you,” Jessie admonished.

“You’re the one who’s been trying to get me laid.”

“I didn’t think you’d go through with it. Jesus.” Jessie rested her head on the float. “I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but how was it?”

I could feel the heat rising on my face and cresting over my cheeks like the touch of his fingertips caressing my skin. “He’s incredible. So dominating. So manly.”

“And his cock?”

“Jessie!” At least the girl still had a sense of humor. “Everything about his… Let’s just say he’s incredible, like a man sent from the heavens.”

“Uh-huh. Then there’s something wrong with him,” Jessie retorted.

I could only shake my head, but I had to admit, the fact he refused to tell me anything, including his real name was a huge red flag. I wasn’t born yesterday. The man was hiding something fairly significant about himself.

“I still don’t like any of this. Not one bit.” Jessie mused for a few seconds. “I have an idea. Why don’t you stay here with me? It’ll be fun.”

“If these assholes are so dangerous, don’t you think they’ll check out all my friends?”

Exhaling, she looked away from me, her lower lip quivering. “Yeah, maybe. How about a compromise? Why don’t you stay here tonight anyway then tomorrow we can figure out a better place for you to stay? I mean, I doubt they’ll be able to canvass every friend you have in a few hours. Right?”

She seemed to forget how few friends I actually had; however, her contrived plan seemed like the only smart thing to do. But leaving? A wave of nausea felt like a tumbling rollercoaster. I was going to run away from my life, once again, one I’d fought hard to grab because of newer and younger assholes. Tears rushed to my eyes. “I don’t know. I like living here. I’m just…”

“Hey, don’t cry. I’ll ask my brother what we should do. Okay? Think of it as a small vacation until this shit blows over. Just one night of girl time. I have a gun anyway.”

“You own a gun?”

Jessie nodded. “Yep. I had three brothers growing up. Two of them went into law enforcement. I know a hell of lot about guns.”

The words brought a smile to my face. “One night, but I can’t leave Zorro.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to. Bring him. He can even swim in the pool.”

I glanced at the sky, wanting nothing more than to be able to talk to Blade. Why? What if he was some criminal mastermind who would ultimately hurt, abuse, or kill me? I could barely stomach the thought. “Okay.”

“Good. Now, is this Blade dude coming to protect you tonight?”

All he’d said was that he’d get in contact with me as necessary. Whatever the hell that meant. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Bastard.”

* * *

The Sandpiper Lounge was uncharacteristically quiet and although the regulars had arrived, there were few of the normal partygoers and even fewer tourists.

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