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Connor McCabe recognized Abby as someone who needed looking after from the moment he met her and immediately appointed himself her protector. A former Navy Seal, used to being respected and obeyed, it wasn’t long before he was taking her in hand, determined to instill some sense into her beautiful head. In his opinion, Abby was a little wild, drank too much and was entirely too confident in her martial arts skills.
Abigail Stevens’s diminutive size was one of the reasons she pursued her back belt. A girl had to know how to take care of herself in today’s world. She was proud of her accomplishments, even if her overgrown G.I. Joe didn’t take her seriously. Sure he was stronger and when he pulled her over his knees there wasn’t much doubt who was in charge, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. It just meant that she was crazy about the dominant man, or maybe just plain crazy. In her mind the jury was still out.
When danger threatens Abby and those she holds dear, Connor and the other men in the O’Malley’s tight-knit circle do everything in their power to protect their women. As frustration and tensions mount the power struggle between Abby and Connor escalates, putting their entire relationship at risk until a hero makes a move, one that will change everything.
“What about me?” he demanded roughly. “Do you think if something happens to you, if I allow something to happen to you, I’ll just go on? No regrets? No lasting scars? Is that what you imagine?”
“Of course not,” she insisted, “but nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m going to take this prick down, Connor, one way or another.”
“What makes you so sure you can do this?” he said, walking away from her and beginning to pace. “And don’t even tell me about your black belt,” he snapped.
“I know how you feel about that, but this guy’s not you, Connor. He’s not military trained. He’s not Special Forces. He’s a drunk and a bully, and he gets off on terrorizing women. He’s stupid, and I can outsmart him. I’m younger and faster, and I’m not afraid, at least not for myself.”
“How can you say that, Abby?” Connor demanded, still shaking his head in the negative. “What if this guy has a gun?” he yelled, turning back to her. “Doesn’t that scare you?”
“Why the fuck not?” he roared facing her with his hands planted firmly on his hips.
“Because so do I,” she said softly, never taking her eyes from his.
Connor was speechless. It was true, just the tone of her voice told him that. But where had she gotten a gun? When? He’d been with her nearly every moment since this started. How in the hell did this get by him?
“Where is it?”
“In a safe place.”
“Where?” he demanded sharply.
“I’m not telling,” she stated flatly, inspecting her nail to avoid looking at him.
“Oh, yes you are! I want to know where it is and where you got it from.”
“And I’m not telling,” she repeated slowly. “So don’t bother trying to intimidate me.”
“Do I need to spank it out of you? I will if I have to,” he warned.
“You can try, but it’s not going to change anything. This is too important. I’ll never give up that information, so you can just forget about it,” she said firmly.
Connor laughed, but it had a bitter sound to it.
“Little girl, do you think I don’t know a million ways to make you tell me?” he asked ominously.
“Actually, I believe you. You probably can make me tell you but it won’t solve anything. It will just hurt me and make me hate you,” she whispered.
“All right, Abby, don’t tell me; I’ll find it on my own, and when I do, I’m going to spank you silly,” he promised as he began looking around the store.
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