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  1. Rebel
  2. Dedication
  3. Also By Helen Hardt
  4. Book Description
  5. Praise For Helen Hardt
  6. Warning
  7. Rock
  8. Lacey
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  62. Epilogue
  63. A Note From Helen
  64. Acknowledgments
  65. About the Author

“We’ll wrap yours up too. Take it with us. My hotel is only a few blocks away, baby. I can guarantee you a good time, as you know.”

She took another bite of cheesecake. Did any woman know how to eat as sexily as this one did? I wasn’t sure I’d ever gotten a major hard-on watching a woman eat cheesecake before.

She swallowed. “No,” she said again.

“Christ, you’re killing me here.” I squirmed. My dick was way too big for these jeans right now.

“Oh, well.” She took another bite—just to torment me, I was sure.

“Come on, baby. We had a good time, didn’t we?”

“Who said we didn’t?”

“Then why don’t you want a repeat?”

She took one more bite of dessert and brought it to her lips achingly slowly. Once she swallowed, she said, “Because I don’t appreciate being told I’m manipulative. And I don’t appreciate being left alone in your hotel suite. So I’m done, Rock. It was fun, but I’m done.”

“Damn, Lacey.” My groin was on fire.

She fucking took another bite of that damned cheesecake, and then another.

One more, and she was done. Thank God. Then she took a sip of her coffee.

My cup sat, still full. Jacques—or whatever his name was—came back with my small box of cheesecake…and the check.

It would serve Lacey right if I left her with it. I didn’t have any money. Not yet, anyway.

But she subtly slid it in front of her, pulled her wallet out of her purse, and placed a credit card in the folder.

“I’ll get that,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But Riley invited me. You didn’t.”

“Riley invited me as well, but Riley’s not here. I don’t have any problem paying my own way.”

“What about paying my way?”

“I don’t have any problem with that either. This way I don’t owe you anything.”

Damn. That was a low blow. Would I seriously not be getting any tonight?

Then my phone buzzed.

Damn again.

“Yeah?” I said into it.

“Hey, Rock, it’s Reid. You need to come back to the office. The cops found something about Dad.”

It was after nine o’clock when I got back up to the office. Reid was there with the cops. Roy walked in about two minutes after I did.

“What’s going on? And how did you get here so quickly?” I asked Reid.

“I never left.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“This is a round-the-clock job, brother. I thought I made that clear.”

I had a feeling there were a lot of things that hadn’t been made clear to me yet. “Yeah? Why didn’t you bitch when I left, then?”