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grandma to take up the slack.
    Jilly never wanted for anything growing up. Grandma and Grandpa gave her everything she ever needed—a home, an education, clothing, affection, a sense of pride in herself, a quirky philosophy on life, and an ability to face any situation.
    Even alien ones.
    Grandma had also willed the farm, the house, and all its contents to her only granddaughter stating that her other cousins, all boys, could suck it up and get a job.
    So when Grandma succumbed to that ‘pesky cold’ at the age of eighty-three, Jilly inherited it all. Apparently more than she knew.
    What on Earth could this XiiX thing be?
    Was it a rock? Some kind of statue? Jewelry? She didn’t have much of that.
    As she wandered from the kitchen back to the living room—which Vile had vacated—she stared out the window at the still softly falling snow. She noted the space coffin no longer sat in front of her porch. Had Vile left with it?
    A shiver down her spine warned her someone entered the room, an electric tingle of her senses, which let her know her purple guest had stuck around.
    And he wasn’t one to respect personal boundaries.
    He pressed in against her back, a large, menacing, yet arousing presence, that made her heart flutter and her nipples tighten.
    “Do you mind?” she said a tad breathlessly.
    “Mind what?”
    She couldn’t help but tense as her entire body woke, aware of Vile in a way she’d never before experienced. “You’re standing too close.”
    “And?”
    “And it’s rude.” But, most of all, arousing.
    “Manners are for the weak,” he stated, inching closer.
    She fought not to gasp as his body brushed against hers. “Says who?”
    “Says the handbook on mercenary rules that all my kind follow.”
    His race had a book on behaving badly? “On Earth, it’s considered disrespectful to ignore someone’s personal space.”
    “Excellent.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I would hate to think I was tarnishing my reputation.”
    “You want to be known as a disrespecting jerk?”
    “I prefer the title rule breaker.”
    “Well, break the rules somewhere else. You’re making me uncomfortable.” And hot. Much too hot.
    “Uncomfortable or aroused? I think you protest because you enjoy my presence too much. So, no. I won’t move away.”
    “Because you like annoying me?”
    “No, because I’m enjoying the feel of you against me.”
    His surprising claim froze her tongue.
    “What? No reply?” He chuckled and leaned in even closer, nudging her hair, sending shivers spiking down her spine.
    This had gone on long enough. If he wouldn’t move, then she would.
    Or not. He slid an arm around her waist, anchoring her against him. He pushed aside the hair covering her ears, and his lips whispered against the lobe, increasing her awareness of him. “I am beginning to think there is more than one treasure in this house.”
    Her breath caught at the unexpected compliment. “I’m not an object.”
    “Perhaps not, but you are definitely something of worth. I am always looking to add to my collection.”
    “You can’t just take me.”
    He laughed, the husky rumble somehow arousing, arousing enough that her sex moistened. Unbidden, her eyes closed, and she relaxed against him, mesmerized and curious about where this was going despite herself.
    While a part of her—that sounded remarkably like Grandma—shouted at her to get away, another part basked in the male attention.
    What woman didn’t want to feel desirable?
    What woman could truly say she didn’t enjoy having such a virile male, one who admitted he came from a wider galaxy, think her attractive?
    “Don’t challenge me, female. I have a reputation for taking what I want, and right now, I want…” He trailed off, and she held her breath as she waited for his next words. “To know who the frukx is in those vehicles arriving.”
    Her eyes shot open, and she peered outside to see that indeed two large trucks, Suburbans to be exact, black in color with