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His hand goes to the back of my head, and he pulls me close. His free arm goes around my waist and he ruts against me as we share the icing between my lips.

The sweetest kiss for a man that has no idea who he’s been in bed with. The killer. A man that loves torture and hurting bad people. A man with his own moral compass and won’t apologize if it ruffles feathers. A man who will doanythingto make sure his people are safe.

We’re breathing heavily when we finally pull away. I lick the remaining icing from his lips and moan. I try to tug him into the bathroom for something fun, but Dallas stops me. He’s too gentle when he cups my jaw and gazes into my eyes.

It always makes me squirm when someone does that. It’s like they can read my soul and they’ll find it tainted in their mind when I’m killing people that don’t deserve their next breath. But I don’t move away. I stare back. Daring him to find something wrong in my heart, in my soul.

“I left a parking pass in your truck,” I say, leaving out that I also added a tracking device. “So you don’t get towed at my place.”

He snorts and gives me a smile. “Thanks darlin’.” Then his lips are on mine again. The way this man says darlin’ means everything. Dafaq is this guy doing to me?

13

DALLAS

Kay is strangely subdued after I gave him the cupcake. He chats with us animately, with hand gestures, but there’s a calmer energy to him than what I consider his normal.

Or is this his normal? I have no idea, but I want to.

Blake and Yuri finish up and show us how to arm and disarm the alarm after we give them a code to program. Once they’re gone, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, again,” I say.

“No problem, it’s what I do. I protect people.”

“No, seriously though, how do youaffordall this?” Hayden asks.

“I’m batman.” Kay drops his voice, and it has Hayden in a fit of giggles. Kay’s eyes sparkle. Or I imagine it. Who knows, but I love it. “I have my ways.” There’s a mischievous glint now.

“Oh, shit. We need to get ready to meet Clayton,” Hayden says. He looks at me and I grimace.

Kay waves his hands at us. “Shoo shoo, me and Ken have plans, anyway. I’ll lock up here.” He looks to me and lifts his hand in a universal gesture of call me.

I nod. “I’ll let you know when we’re done. Should I come over tonight?”

“It’s either that or I watch you all night through all the cameras I put in your place.” He bounces in his seat and nods. “That sounds like fun, actually. And I can watch you jerk off while you can’t see me.”

“Kay,” I laugh his name.

Hayden rolls his eyes. “Come on, we’ll be late.”

He’s right, but I pull Kay in for a kiss and leave him breathless before we head out.

“I think you did good asking him to go exclusive,” Hayden says as he slides into the passenger seat of my truck.

“I like him a lot.” But the reaction to the cupcake still has me concerned. Did I mess up, and he’s just being nice about it? He ate the cupcake with a spoon as we all chatted away. I kept wanting to lick the icing from wherever it ended up landing.

“I’m glad I talked you into going to the aquarium. It’s nice seeing you happy for once.”

“I don’t seem happy?” Usually, I’m fairly neutral at life. If I get too excited about something, I’m bound to be disappointed, and I’d rather just plan to be unimpressed, which is such a bland way of life.

“Not really? You’ve been going through the motions for months. I’m glad you watched Nightmare and went on an app. It’s the most alive you’ve been. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it, but could never find the time or figure out a way to ask without feeling like an ass. Hey, Dallas, you okay? Because you seem way off. What gives?” Hayden slumps in the seat. “I should have said something before.”

“It’s not your responsibility to check in on me like that all the time. It’s not fair to you. I hadn’t realized I was off, but I think you’re right. I think it’s just been melancholy. Dunno. It hits me around the same time every year around my sister’s death.”

“I know, sorry. I forgot.”

“No need to be sorry. I try not to think about it, but don’t realize how it tanks my mood for so long.”