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the women who watched him and tried to pull at his clothes while he performed.
    Mindless sex with strangers was not his style. But Shasta Brooks represented far more than the concept of relief for an aching cock, a fast fuck or a one night stand. He tried to shove away the need pulling at him. He was very selective in the women he became physically involved with, a result of needing to keep his club performances decisively separate from his personal life.
    Before things went any further, he wanted to explain himself to her. He wanted to make sure she understood that he wasn’t a tomcat constantly on the prowl for fresh pussy and using a male strip club to find it.

Chapter Two
    “Let’s take that walk anyway.” Dane offered Shasta an encouraging smile. “While we’re getting that fresh air, I’ll explain the Macho Marauder to you.”
    “Wait.” She looked down at her bare feet. “My shoes…” She wiggled her feet into a pair of canvas slip-ons, then shoved her house key in her pocket. “I guess I’m ready.”
    He laced their fingers together. Her hand felt so good in his, as if it belonged there. They walked along the sidewalk in silence for a couple of minutes as he tried to collect his thoughts about how to explain things to her and exactly how much of his past to reveal. And even more confusing were his thoughts about why he wanted to explain something so very private and personal, something he had never confided to anyone.
    “About my Macho Marauder alter ego…it has to do with money. Stripping provides the maximum amount of money for the least amount of time and effort while not interfering with my real career. I’ve worked hard to establish my computer consulting business. I don’t want to jeopardize that, but I need all the extra cash I can get my hands on as quickly as possible so that I can…uh, pay off some heavy bills.”
    An uncomfortable ripple of anxiety invaded his consciousness. The last thing he wanted to do was reveal any details of his dysfunctional family background. He had spent most of his adult life trying to disassociate himself from anything and everything family related. “For medical expenses.”
    “Medical expenses?” She stopped walking, bringing him to an abrupt halt, her alarm obvious. “Are you ill?”
    “No, not at all. I’m in excellent health. I don’t even catch colds.” They started walking again as he collected his thoughts. How to explain without really revealing things he had tried so hard to bury deep inside him? “The expenses were incurred because of a lengthy illness my mother had before she died three years ago. I’ve been working to pay off that debt. A few more months and the Macho Marauder can fold his cape, throw away his mask and disappear into the night never to be seen again.” He chuckled as a thought occurred to him. “And get rid of that itchy damn wig.”
    “You’ve been doing this to pay off your mother’s medical expenses? Are you doing this on your own without any outside help? What about your father? Other family members? What about insurance?” A moment of alarm crossed her face followed by a hint of embarrassment. “I’m sorry. That’s obviously none of my business.”
    How to explain without really explaining…how to answer her questions without really answering them. “There was some insurance but not anywhere near enough. I wasn’t legally responsible for her medical bills, but I was the only one around to take care of her so it kind of fell to me by default. I guess you could say I felt an ethical obligation to settle her debts, and a male strip club provided the path to the maximum amount of money in the shortest amount of time for the least amount of effort.” He tightened his hold on her hand in an attempt to get closer without seeming to be pushing her.
    “I came up with the mask and wig as part of my act, and everything just seemed to fall into place. I had no idea the Macho Marauder would become such a big hit. In