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Pulling a syringe out of
her pocket, she injected the medication into his IV tube. “This is
something to help calm your nerves. Your heart beat is a bit
elevated and we’d like to see it lowered. I’ll be back in about ten
minutes to check on you. Now try to relax.”
You’ll be back asleep in no time.

She touched his arm and hesitated, then left
his room.

What’s done is
done
. Deceiving Val tore at her heart and
created flutters in her stomach. That bastard Walter Jordan needed
to pay for what he’d done to her. She just hated using innocent
people to inflict revenge. But Walter didn’t care if he used
innocent people to get what he wanted. Chauvinistic pig. After
Judith had a grandson in her arms, the two of them would get their
just reward, and Walter could rot in hell for all of
eternity.

She returned to Sam’s room
to find him out cold and checked his pulse again. Nice and strong.
He lay still as she removed the covers and exposed his
genitals.
Oh my gosh.
It was the smallest penis she’d ever seen. Well, size didn’t
really matter, only the sperm count.

She applied numbing medication to his
scrotum and waited until it had time to take effect. The last thing
she needed was for him to wake up and catch her in the act of
stealing his sperm.

When she was sure his goods were numb, she
stuck him with the syringe and carefully extracted enough sperm to
conduct the test. Good thing she’d worked in a fertility office for
years trying to learn all she could for herself. Otherwise she’d
have no clue what she was doing.

Thanks to Walter, she’d never been able to
have children of her own. She’d volunteered for every new drug and
procedure the doctors offered and still, nothing had worked. Well,
the knowledge had paid off this time. She put the sample in a cup
and rushed out on her lunch break. The sperm would only be good for
a short period of time, and she didn’t plan on messing this up.

* * * *

Val returned to the waiting room after a cup
of coffee and a stale donut, hoping her family had gone home.
Wrong. They sat waiting for her.

“
How’s Sam doing?” Her
father took the lead.

“
Good. Swelling is going
down. He was awake and alert.”
Probably
because you guys think he wears women’s panties.
“Rita’s working tonight. She said the doctor said
he could go home tomorrow, but he’ll have to be signed out in
someone’s care and looked after for seventy-two hours.”

Her mother smiled from ear to ear. “That’s
great news, honey. I’m glad he gets to come home. I was so worried,
and I felt terrible for this whole ordeal. Is he upset with
me?”

“
No, Mom, he’s not mad. He
just needs some rest. Why don’t you guys go on home and do the
same?”

Bree put her magazine down and stood up. “I
think that’s a great idea. Mom, you and Dad go on home. I’ll give
Val a lift back to her place.”

When she’d ridden in the ambulance, how
she’d get back home had never crossed her mind. She’d been thinking
of Noah’s safety. “Thanks, sis.”

Once they were buckled up and headed away
from the hospital, Bree turned to look at her for a second.

“
Why don’t I take you to
Sam’s? That way you can grab some things for him. I’ve noticed he
doesn’t leave things at your house. Like a toothbrush or
anything.”

Shit!
How could she have been so stupid? Of course a guy would
leave things like a backup razor or underwear. She’d have to make
up another excuse. “Well, I’m not sure we’re at that stage
yet.”

“
Oh, come on! Even I can
see the man’s a hottie. You and your stupid stages. It doesn’t
matter what stage you’re in, you’ve had sex with him. Hell, I would
have sex with him.”

She felt her face grow warm, thinking of
last night.

“
See, you’re blushing. And
that means not only did you screw him, but he rocked your world.
Now tell me where he lives, so we can get some things for
him.”

“
There’s no need for that.
It’s getting late and you should be getting home.”

“
Nonsense, it’s what
family does. It’s not like a have a job or anything to rush off to
in the morning. Besides, I’m dying to see what he wears on
stage.”

“
Bree, I already told you
he’s not a cross-dresser.”

“
Listen, you might be my
big sister, but I’m not a kid anymore. I’m twenty-three and I’ve
had more sexual partners than you’ll ever have.”

“
What does that have to do
with anything?”

“
It means you don’t have
to protect me or lie about this.”

Funny. It was the only thing she wasn’t
lying about, but if she took Bree to his house, maybe she’d believe
her when there were no women’s clothes hanging around. Luckily,
when she’d filled out the paperwork, she’d recognized his address
and knew the house. The area had struck her odd, seeing that she
had followed Tyler a few nights to the same road, only a few miles
down from that house, where she found him and some slut going at
it.

“
It’s an old dirt road off
of Boonville Highway.”

“
There, that wasn’t so
hard.”

Silence filled the rest of the drive except
for when she informed Bree of a turn or two. They pulled into his
long gravel drive leading to his two story farm house. Thankfully
darkness surrounded the countryside and the sign for Kittler Auto
Shop wasn’t illuminated.

A cool breeze blew across her skin. Stars
lit up the clear night sky and the smell of honeysuckle permeated
the air. She wrapped her arms around herself and soaked up the
comfortable atmosphere.

“
Come on. I’m dying to see
inside.”

Bree might believe she’d grown up, but she
was still impatient and immature. Hopefully, she’d grow out of it
one day. Everyone thought she’d settle down after college.
Graduation had come and gone over a year ago and still there were
no signs of settling down from her wild ways. Jobless, she lived
off an allowance their parents gave her.

She twisted the door knob and found it
locked. “It’s locked, and I don’t have my key. Let’s go.”

“
Wait.” Bree reached down
and lifted the mat. “Tell Sam to get a new hiding spot.” She picked
up the key and unlocked the door, walked inside, and felt the wall
for a light switch.

Thank God, Bree
was
impatient. Otherwise
she would have looked pretty stupid not knowing where the light
was.

The front door opened into a small mudroom.
Dirty boots littered the floor and grease stained jackets hung on
pegs. Beyond the mudroom was a large eat-in kitchen with an old
wooden built-in hutch.

All in all, no signs of female life in the
kitchen. Dirty dishes sat in the sink and a few glasses were on the
table. The trash needed to go out and the appliances could use a
wipe down.

At the back of the kitchen and to the right
was another doorway leading to the living room. Bree had already
entered and switched on a floor lamp.

“
He’s not much for
cleaning, is he? I’m surprised you’d date a man who wasn’t
spotless.” Bree wiped her finger across a bookshelf and looked at
the dust. “He sure has a lot of books on cars.”

“
I told you he’s a manly
man.”

“
Oh yeah? What do you call
this?”

She stepped farther into the living room. A
large curio cabinet sat in the corner. Knick-knacks, picture frames
and Depression glass filled the shelves. She was taken aback, but
had to act normal. Lie again. “I told you his grandmother passed
away. The cabinet and everything was hers. Don’t give Sam a hard
time over it. He’s not ready to talk about it yet.” Neither was she
ready to tell him his grandmother died of cancer a month ago.
Cancer kept family close and left little time for anything else.
She had always pulled the ‘he went to help his grandma’ card when
she needed an excuse.

“
Well, there is some
really old glassware in here.” Bree walked away from the cabinet
and made her way up the narrow staircase.

Hopefully Bree would pick the correct room
first, or else she would have some more explaining to do when she
didn’t know which room was the master bedroom.

“
Holy shit! Don’t tell me
Sam’s not a little freaky.”

She stepped inside his bedroom. Pink
blankets and pillows covered the bed. Thigh high boots and
stilettos were scattered on the floor. Bree opened his drawers and
closet, pulling out sexy dresses, lingerie, and pink panties.
Feather boas of all colors draped over the bedpost.

“
Oh snap! It’s a jackpot
in here.” Bree opened a chest from the bottom of the closet.
“Bondage cuffs, gels and liquids, anal beads, vibrating nipple
clamps—”

“
That’s enough.” She took
the things from Bree’s hands, dumped them back in the chest and
closed the lid. A cloud in her illusion dissipated. Kinky wasn’t
the word for Noah.

Stripper costumes hung everywhere. An angel,
a butterfly, a flapper dress. Even a cowgirl with chaps and a
lasso.

What the hell?
No way had Noah worn these clothes, but someone
did. The lying bastard had a girlfriend! Or even worse, a wife. No
wonder he’d given her his business number.

Men. They were all assholes.

“
What are you so upset
about?” Bree dipped her eyebrows and her mouth hung open. “He
already discussed his fetish with me and Mom. Guess what? No one
really cares. Which surprises me, but go figure. Now grab some male
clothes and his toothbrush and let’s go home, since you won’t let
me look.”

“
Fine.” She grabbed some
things and stormed downstairs.

Why did he go to speed dating if he already
had a woman? He’d said he wasn’t married. Maybe he wasn’t, but he
sure had someone. The whole room smelled like sex. Rumpled sheets
and lotions by the bed. And he’d had the audacity to get mad at her
for not doing the dirty deed in his hospital bed. The nerve of some
people!

For the next seventy-two hours she’d keep an
eye on him, since her mother had almost killed him. It was the
least she could do. But after that, Noah Kittler could go to hell
with all the other men in this world. And she might put him there
herself.

Chapter 8

Bree swung her hips on the way to the liquor
cabinet, hoping she wouldn’t throw out her back. “Can I get you two
a drink?” she asked Lexi and Blade, who were sitting on the couch
when she’d come home.

“
Did you just offer to get
me a drink, Princess?” Blade stopped fondling Lexi’s breast and
fell back into the couch, acting like he’d had a heart
attack.

“
What’s so shocking about
that?” She took out three shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. To
execute her plan successfully, she’d need to be drunk off her
ass.

While she poured three shots, the two of
them went back to groping and kissing.

She tried to control the anger coursing
through her body. Lexi Galen was her woman. Where did she get off
screwing other people in front of her? Even though she’d walked in
on them, they couldn’t have cared less. She and Lexi had been
together for a year and the whole time she’d tolerated her
wandering ways. She wished Lexi would commit to only her, but she
refused.

Bree tipped the shot and liquid warmed her
throat, burned all the way down. She coughed and slapped her chest,
then drank another.

“
It’s getting hot in
here.” Pacing the apartment floor she and Lexi shared, she threw
dagger-like glares at them. Or at least she tried. Neither one had
picked up their drink after she’d gone through the trouble of
serving them.

Ungrateful bitch. She’d show her. She’d show
them all. Lexi, Val and her mother.

She unzipped her jeans as loud as she could
and slipped them off, flapping the legs for extra emphasis. Then
she bent over, showing her ass to Blade. He stopped groping Lexi
and watched her. His tongue flicked out when she adjusted her
thong.

That’s right. I know I
have a tight ass. Look all you want.
Another drink warmed her insides and strengthened her nerve.
The thought of sleeping with Blade made her stomach lurch. He had
long straggly hair and a missing front tooth he’d lost in a fight.
But his mermaid yin-yang tattoo was cool and his body was hot. He
must be fabulous in bed, because Lexi screwed him every chance she
got.

“
Don’t you think it’s hot,
Blade?” She unbuttoned her blouse until her boobs hung out. Hers
were bigger than Lexi’s and Blade obsessed over tits. Not that she
blamed him.

He gulped and nodded.
Veins popped up in his neck. Come to mention it, Lexi hadn’t taken
her eyes off her either.
Good!
It was about time she showed her some
interest.

Lexi liked men as much as she liked women
and here lately, she’d only wanted to fuck men. Did she think she
would put up with it forever? If she did, she was a stupid cunt.
Plenty of men and women wanted to touch her body. And hell, why
not? Her body rocked. Tight ass, C cups, and a tiny waist. She was
the princess Lexi had nicknamed her—blonde curly hair and a rich
mommy and daddy.

“
Do you know what I’m in
the mood for?” She dropped her voice a notch and worked her lips in
a sexy pout. Blade was a sucker and would fall prey in her
hands.

“
What?” Blade scooted to
the edge of the couch and waited for her to answer.