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of our case. Do you need anything from the house? Your purse? You keys?”
    She lifted her brows and countered with her own suggestion. “My pistol?”
    Cade chuckled. “Now, darlin’, surely you don’t think you need protection from us.”
    She didn’t turn to look at Cade, but when she spoke, her words were obviously meant for both of them. “Something tells me a team of Navy SEALs couldn’t save me from you two tonight.”
    “We know a couple of SEALs,” Grant reminded her. “We can call them if you want to find out.”
    “Diek and Gunner Rylon.” Even as she whispered their names, heat sparked in her gaze. It didn’t hold the same intensity as the fire that burned there for Grant and Cade. This heat was more primal, simple, pure lust laced with the dark desire to play.
    Or rather to be played with. Grant knew that was exactly where her thoughts had gone, and he figured his fellow club members would be up for delivering the pleasure. God, this woman would rip his heart out if he let her. The vixen slut dying to burst free from its cage was one of the many things he loved about her. That part of her would enable him and Cade to show her ecstasy in ways far beyond her naughtiest imaginings.
    She slapped his shoulder, her eyes narrowing to slits filled with sexy venom. “No, I certainly do not want you to call them.”
    Grant knew better, but he let her get away with the lie for now. She had already admitted far more in the last few minutes than he had expected. A light breeze blew her ebony hair into her face, and he pushed it back behind her ear. “Your keys?”
    “They’re on the table inside the door next to my purse.” She started to turn, but he tightened his hold on her waist.
    “Cade will get them.”
    Irritation etched itself between her brows. “Fine, then Cade can make sure the door is locked, too.”
    “Yes, ma’am, I can.” Cade moved in behind her, sandwiching her between his body and Grant’s. He pushed her long hair to one side and leaned in to talk softly in her ear. “And Grant can make sure you get in the truck.”
    Justice’s lips unfolded in a wicked grin that shot straight to Grant’s cock. “The PD back there thinks I’m going to run.”
    Grant lifted a brow. “Are you?”
    She pursed her lips. “I probably should if I knew what was good for me.” Her shoulders rose and fell in a heavy sigh. “Trouble is, I’m having a problem figuring out exactly what is good for me these days.”
    Grant slowly nodded. “I’d say the PD is just making sure the ADA gets right where we want her. At the moment, that place is the truck.” He eased away, slid his hand to the small of her back, and steered her to the passenger side of the truck. Behind them, Cade closed the front door with an audible thud, and she shivered as if the sound symbolized the final nail being hammered into her coffin of fate.
    Grant let his gaze slide down her as he opened the passenger door of the truck. If she had thought wearing one of her no-frills business suits would deter them tonight, she had been way wrong. The mystery of what she wore beneath the classy clothes flat out did it for him. Add to that the sexy stems stretching from beneath her skirt that led to a pair of navy stilettos and, sweet Jesus, it was almost enough to make him blow his wad in his slacks.
    He put a hand on her hip as she climbed into the cab of the truck, his palm instantly registering the feel of smooth cloth hugging tantalizing flesh. “Are you wearing panties beneath this skirt, baby?”
    She shot him another narrow-eyed look over her shoulder, but didn’t answer as she slid across the bench seat and fastened her seat belt. She folded her hands in her lap and stared out the windshield, her posture ramrod straight, calm, cool, and defiant.
    Grant stifled a chuckle. The woman could put on a hell of a show, but her eyes always betrayed her. Even when she sent him that scathing glance just now, he’d seen the answer in her eyes.