“Can’t promise that,” he rasped lowly, brushing the tip of his nose along my cheek, daring me to kiss him. “It’s the way I’m wired.”

“Then I’ll run in after you.” He leaned back an inch to look me in the eye. “Because that’s the way I’m wired.”

I pressed my lips against his, giving in to the need we were circling. A dam burst, and feeling his strength surround me, I clutched him closer and surged my tongue inside, drinking in everything he’d give me.

He met my mouth with consuming force and returned every sweep and drive, tangling so tightly until neither of us could think. Could breathe.

I moaned and was swept up in his incredible kiss. He was a protector down to his soul.

Cal just ran into the fray without a thought other than to keep me safe. And I could have lost him. Had almost lost him on more than one occasion.

Just the idea had me near tears. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, kissing him with all the strength I had.

I was frantic. The need to touch him—feel him—overwhelming. I ran my hands beneath his shirt and up his abs. All his hard muscles jerked and flexed against my touch, as if his body missed me as much as I missed his.

He met every single lick and bite I delivered. Dueling with my tongue and demanding more. He caged me to his hard body, pressing me so close my breasts mashed against his chest and begged for more direct contact.

Taking long laps of his intoxicating taste like he was my last glass of water before the desert, I rocked against him, rubbing the swollen peaks of my breasts up and down his chest.

“My kitten wants to be pet,” he rasped, and sucked the tip of my tongue before leaning back enough to tug my sweater up. But before he could, his cellphone chirped, snapping my attention back to the present.

The chirping sounded again and Cal cursed. He reached for his cell out of his pocket and hit the answer button.

“Where the hell are you?” Jack’s voice came over the speaker.

“There was a break-in at your place,” Cal answered.

“No shit. I got a call. I’m at the house. Where. The hell. Are you?”

“Cops weren’t there yet. Someone was still inside. I got Lana out of there.”

“Is she okay?”

Cal’s eyes met mine and he grinned. “She’s doing pretty well from what I can tell.”

I huffed out a breath.

Jack was silent.

I realized right then that this was turning into a different kind of game. Bea’s words bounced into my mind. Nothing had ever come between Jack and Cal…except me. And at the moment, it was almost literal.

Just like Cal had known the other day what had happened between Jack and me, Jack seemed to know—judging by his silence—what had happened between Cal and me just now.

I moved off of Cal’s lap and sat back in my own seat.

After a long pause, Jack spoke again.

“I’m taking her away.”

“Like hell you are,” Cal said. “And to where? A high rise hotel where anyone can come and go?”

“She’s not going to your house. That’s too obvious,” Jack growled.

“Then, the cabin,” Cal shot out quickly, like an epiphany had hit him.

Another long pause and Jack’s even breathing passed over the phone for several seconds. Thinking. Jack always thought through every detail.

“Fine. I’ll get stuff for all of us packed up. Meet me at the cabin. I’m done with this bullshit.”

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