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There wasn’t enough money in the world to pay her to take the verbal and mental abuse the self-centered actress had thrown at her. The ordeal Lucy had been through hadn’t changed Angelica a bit, despite her noisy display of how worried she’d been. It was just another role for Angelica to play and Lucy was tired of being the audience. It was time to leave the theater for good.

He’d tickled her and made her laugh so hard she cried, and she’d cried because he could force her to laugh while his fingers dug in, and he laughed the whole time, thinking it was funny. She closed her eyes, exhausted from the tickling “game”. Thinking of Jack, she prayed he’d rescue her soon. How she longed to be in the safety of his strong arms again where no one could hurt her.

Jack, wake up. Lucy is missing.” Roused from a sound sleep by those words Jack sat up and frowned at Swede. “Lucy’s missing? What? How long has she been gone?” “She drove to Bozeman and should have been back an hour ago.” “She went by herself?” “Don’t blame me. She took off and didn’t tell us, just Masters. He just told us. Didn’t think anything was wrong when she didn’t return.” “What the hell was she thinking?

“There’s fear from something that’s actually happening right now, and then there’s fear of a thing that might happen. A thing that’s happening right now has to be faced right now. But the thing that might happen? Nine times out of ten, it never happens. Letting the ‘what if’s’ control your life is no way to live. Truly live. So which one is this?”

When he kissed her again, she felt weightless as their tongues intertwined. He swam her over to the side of the pool where she could put her feet down and they continued kissing. It had been far too long since she’d been with a man, and Jack’s touch was firing every cell in her body to come alive.

Jack hadn’t seen Grant and her talking. Grant. Why is he here? Bozeman, Montana is a long way off from L.A. What’s this about a cousin? The man made her nervous. Always popping up out of the blue to ask her out again. Suddenly, Lucy felt the need to be by Jack’s side and headed straight for him.

His intense presence and the way his dark brown eyes took her in and missed nothing as his gaze looked down into hers, deeper than most people saw, was unsettling. Attraction between them flared along with something more. “H, hello. You must be the bodyguard.” His smile was disarming, but clearly meant to reassure her. “Yes, ma’am. Must be.” He nodded. “Jack Barr. From Brotherhood Protectors.”

Lucy immediately reached into the large bag she’d purchased for the trip and searched for the first of the big three, the three things she’d learned never to run out of if she wanted to prevent a dramatic tirade or melt down. Finding the travel sized bottle of Bacardi, Lucy pulled it out.

Gunny was now home and retired from the Marines all of three months, which was making him stir crazy. He’d been making repairs to the small house he owned after he’d finished making the rounds and visiting with all the family and friends that had wanted to see him after he got out.