Page 87 of Quiet Man


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And with him gone, I had to admit, I was a little freaked.

He’d never leave me, unless it was safe to do that.

Still, he’d been around every day.I was used to him.Ilikedbeing used to him.And the situation was fraught.

So yeah.

I was a little freaked.

I moved silently back to the bedroom and assessed my optionsfor a weapon, just in case.

I could use a shoe, though if I did actually have to use it,that would include getting in close proximity of someone I thought was a badguy.

I didn’t want to do that.

So no shoe.

I had a can of Mace, but that was in my purse which was onthe seat of the hall tree downstairs.

I decided to buy some Mace for my nightstand.

And I went with hairspray.A shot in the face mightincapacitate somebody long enough I could run away.

I had three different kinds (light hold, medium hold, andsuper hold).

I decided on super hold.

I uncapped it, put the cap on the counter, stole out of thebathroom and skulked down the hall, then the stairs, thanking God I’d had athick, buttery-cream carpet runner installed in both.

It was when I hit the wood floors at the bottom I was gladmy feet were bare.

I turned, moved through the arch into the living room andstopped dead.

This was because the lights were on in the kitchen and therewas a very tall, very muscled dude (not taller or more muscled than Mo, butthen again, not many were) standing at my Nespresso machine.He was wearingolive drab cargos and a white T-shirt.

His head was turned to me.

Thick head of silvery-gray hair, even though I could tell byhis face he hadn’t lived the years to earn that color.

Too far away to note the color of his eyes.

Totally not too far away to see he was gorgeous.

Undoubtedly one of Hawk’s dudes for no man who looked likethis could be a crackpot, or at least I hoped the laws of the universe weren’tthat twisted.

“What’s with the hairspray?”he asked.

“To incapacitate you so I can run away,” I told him.“I hada selection and went with super hold.”

“Good choice,” he replied.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Axl.One of Hawk’s men.Buddy of Mo’s.”

I lowered my weapon, now on the subject that interested me.“Where’s Mo?”

He turned fully my way and leaned a slim hip against thecounter.“Caught the guy.Mo’s with Hawk.He told me to tell you if you woke upbefore he got back that he’d be back as soon as he could.”