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hers and held.
    Her belly dipped.
    Joe’s lip curled, and he pushed away from the bar.
    Oh shit.

Chapter Three

    J oe bit out a curse and strode through the club after his stalker. Her eyes widened and she spun, long dark hair flying out behind her as she sprinted back the way she’d come. He gave up trying to be polite and shoved through the people blocking his path, breaking into a run as soon as he hit the hall to the restrooms.
    The door that led out to the alley between the bar and Dan’s Burritos was ajar. He shoved it open and ran out after her. Nothing. He jogged up to the crowded street. Gone. The bitch had vanished. “Fuck.”
    “What the hell was that all about?” Adam said, coming up behind him.
    Joe forced himself to breath evenly instead of snorting oxygen through his nostrils like a pissed off rodeo bull, then turned to his friend. “Thought I saw someone I know.”
    Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Must want to catch up with them pretty fuckin’ bad.”
    Joe headed back toward the door. “You could say that.”
    Adam followed him in, and thankfully, said no more. He just wanted to get the fuck gone. Having your face slapped in front of an entire bar full of people was kind of a mood killer. The beer he’d drunk sat like a fucking rock in his gut. He shoved a hand through his hair and cursed. Yeah, staying here was pointless. He only had one woman on his mind now. A curvy, sexy, psychotic little stalker who had just told the chick he’d planned to hook up with that she was his motherfucking wife and the mother of his children.
    What in the every-loving fuck?
    The girl needed psychiatric treatment. What was she playing at? He didn’t get it. Why would Al give two shits about who he stuck his dick into? He delivered the cars he owed on time, every fucking month, without failure. So what was with the watchdog? Or did cock-blocking him just amuse her?
    “I’m out,” he said to Adam, who was back talking to the redhead he’d set his sights on.
    His friend gave him a chin lift. Joe did the same and strode out. He couldn’t help scan the street as he headed for home. Was she watching him now, following him?
    He’d reached the edge of his patience.
    Enough was enough. She was in for a surprise if she had the stones to show up at his garage tomorrow, that was for fucking sure.
    He clenched his teeth when a surge of lust fired through him at the idea of confronting her, of getting in her space. Jesus. How the hell could he still want her? It made literally no logical sense. But he did. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d taken his hand and led him from the bar that night, into the same alley he’d just chased her into. The way her round ass had swayed as she’d walked ahead of him. The way she’d shoved him against the wall.
    Fuck, the way she’d climbed him like a climbing wall, wrapped her thighs around his waist, and kissed the fuck out of him. Until her soft moans and urgent touches had him losing control completely. He’d spun, pushing her against the brick building, taking over the kiss—so damn hungry for more, he hadn’t been able to think straight.
    His fingers had grazed the smooth, warm skin of her taut belly, and his cock had been more than on board with the idea of fucking her then and there. But she’d pushed him away suddenly and taken off. Leaving him worried that he’d somehow freaked her out, hurt her. That he’d read the signs wrong and somehow scared her.
    That’s why these feelings, this lust pounding through him, pissed him off so damn much.
    She’d been fucking with him. Playing another one of her games. The fact that he was hard as iron over a sick, twisted, little psychopath—Al’s niece, no less—was fucking with his head.
    His mood hadn’t improved when he finally walked into his apartment a short time later, because when he stripped off and climbed into bed, she was still there. When he shut his eyes, all he could see was her traitorous face while a