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Well Z, helluva way to make a first impression. Nothing like bringing out the big guns on a first date.

Acting on instinct, he squatted to brush tangled hair from his woman’s face. Intense, powerful vibrations passed between their flesh. He didn’t flinch. Knew it was coming. She however, did not.

Holy hell, she felt it.

Wild eyed and bewildered, she cowered and backed away. Definitely an inappropriate time to smile, but shit. What else could he do? For years he’d waited for this moment. “Did he hurt you? Can you move?”

“Yeah. I mean, no. I mean, I think I’m okay.” Liar. Attempts at pushing herself up had her wincing in pain. “Fucking bastard.”

“I love a girl with a potty mouth.” God, did he ever. In fact, it hadn’t dawned on him until right then and there how much he loved it.

“I’m sorry, I’m pissed right now.”

Palpitations, rapid breaths, sweaty palms. Every cliché hit him at the same time. As he bent to help her up, vanilla scented hair ticked his nose.

Reminded him of home.

Lifting her wasn’t such a good idea. Blood rushed to his sex and he’d never been more thankful for an oversized hoodie. “Can you stand?”

She nodded. A hazel-eyed glare traveled the length of his torso and width of his chest.

Pleasured by her perusal, excited by the red glow dusting her cheeks, he bit hard on his lower lip. The urge to taste her, the need to claim her fleshy pink mouth nearly short-circuited his brain.

“Wow. Workout much?” Cringing, Grayce placed shaky hands on his forearms. With all the tenderness he could muster, Zander attempted to set her upright, straighten her clothing, offer some comfort.

Big mistake.

With a sharp intake of breath, her body tensed and terror filled her eyes.

Fear was not the reaction he’d expected. Sure, he was huge and most people stayed the hell out of his way, but she wasn’t most people. This woman was his missing half, created by the heavens for him alone. If anything, his presence should calm her. She should crave his touch, not recoil from it.

Something was terribly wrong.

He tilted his head to catch her gaze. Glassy-eyed, she stared past his shoulder. Then she started to shake.

* * * *

As the beautiful giant set her on her feet and straightened disheveled clothing, Grayce’s brain shifted into auto pilot. Shutdown process initiated. She hadn’t been touched like that in years. By anyone, man or woman. Not since her escape.

The tremble started in her chest, spread to her limbs, threatened to rattle her teeth.

To lose control and slip into her dark place was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Not now. Not in front of this man. Desperate for a distraction, anything to wrench her from panic mode, she scanned the parking lot. Her search came to a halt when her eyes rested on the lifeless heap on the ground. Holy fuck, was he dead?

“You’re shaking. Do you have a coat?” The undeniable concern in his voice made it harder to pull her shit together.

Throat dry and tight, Grayce couldn’t manage to choke a word out. She blinked up at him, reluctant to meet him eye to eye. Before the next blink, he’d wrapped a sweatshirt around her shoulders. That’s when the waterworks began. A floodgate opened, releasing a surge of wracking sobs and a heavy flow of tears. Two heartbeats and she found herself tucked gently against warm, hard muscle, face buried in his chest, while he tenderly stroked her hair.

He lowered her to the ground, rested his back against her car and held her snug and tight. Despite obvious differences in size, she fit against him perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle. His caress soothed, his touch brought solace, not pain. She’d never felt so fucking safe and warm. So she let tears fall and allowed him to go through the comforting motions. When composed enough to form a coherent thought, she realized his lips were pressed firmly against her head.

What the? Defensively, with a sharp shiver, she pulled away.

“Um, thank you, I’m sorry. I just—” God. Just what? What the hell was happening?

“No, don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. But damn, that fucker’s going to be sorry he messed with you. That was a mean knee to the balls.” A low chuckle vibrated his chest. “You’re a tough little cookie, brave too.” Awkwardly, he offered his hand. “I’m Z by the way.”

Grayce tried to sit up. His arms tensed, held her tighter, then relaxed. A vise gripped her heart and lungs simultaneously. “I’m Grayce. Thank you. I think I’m better now.” She wasn’t. All the up close and personal made her want to scream.

“Of course you are.” Like an air mattress with a slow leak, his taut muscles softened beneath her. He lowered his arms in a slow drag down the length of her body and let them drop to his sides.

Grayce dislodged herself from his lap, handed back his sweatshirt and climbed into her car.

“Can I call somebody for you?” he asked. As he rose to stand, his physique commanded her full attention, sucked the air from her lungs and one by one, brain cells fizzled and popped inside her cranium.

“Like the police?” Grayce asked. Morgue perhaps? A quick glimpse toward the man lying motionless on the ground had her fighting back the urge to scream.

Z shot a glance over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” His jaw tightened. “Please don’t go anywhere.” He leaned so close, his breath warmed her lips. He clapped her thigh with a hint of warning. “I mean it, don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Shit. Couldn’t move a muscle if she wanted to.

* * * *

Z crouched over the man, checked his pulse, cursed under his breath. Motherfucker was still breathing. Not good. The shithead deserved nothing but dead. If Grayce hadn’t been watching, the man would’ve already been shaking hands with Satan himself. Against every instinct, he pulled his cell from his pocket and dialed 9-1-1. At the same time, a group of boys exited the gym and made their way toward him.

Perfect timing. Cocky, over-pumped teenage pricks would be all over this. “Hey guys.”

As if on cue, the gang stopped dead in their tracks with jaws opened as wide as their eyes. Pathetic as hell. They still hadn’t noticed the man lying almost dead at their feet. Zander resisted the urge to slap them silly and instead enlightened them by looking down and poking his foot at the fat lump on the ground.

Not a single one of them spoke a word while Z finished the call.

“Listen, I called for help. Nearly tripped over the guy, think the drunken fucker’s passed out cold. Can you dudes do me a solid and stay with him until the paramedics arrive?” Zander tucked his phone into his pocket.

After a long bout of blank stares and dead silence, one kid managed, “Yeah, no problem.”

Idiots.

“Thanks. My wife is sick. I have to get home.” Camera flashes lit up the darkening sky as he jogged back toward Grayce’s car. Hell yeah, punks were eating it up. They’d take credit for saving the man. Worked for him.

Now he could concentrate on important shit, like claiming his woman.

* * * *

Grayce watched in awe as Z, with his out-of-this-world body, loped toward her. How could he have thrown that man so fucking far? Fat prick had to weigh damn near three hundred pounds. Did she imagine it? Was it humanly possible to toss a man fifty yards?

Not in her world.

It must be shock. That was the only logical explanation. When he leaned in, hands rested on knees, his chiseled chest flexed and contracted underneath the thin cotton of his muscle shirt. Made it difficult to think straight.

“I called for help. Convinced those kids I’d found him unconscious. They’ll stay with him until the police arrive.” Boyish, sexy dimples graced his face. “Let me take you home. I don’t think driving would be such a good idea right now. Clearly you’re still shaken.”

“How did he end up way over there?” Grayce asked with a quiver.

There, she said it. He probably had a perfectly good explanation. Looney bird, that’s me.

Eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, Z emptied his lungs with a huff. “You saw what happened, didn’t you?”

Running shaky hands through her hair, she stopped at the crown and squeezed her roots. “I know what I think I saw, but what I think I saw is not physically possible.” Over Zander’s shoulder, Grayce watched the boys take pictures with their cell phones. Mr. Hairy Knuckles’ mug shot had probably been plastered all over the internet by now.

Zander leaned closer. “What do you think you saw?”

Wow, he smelled good. Made it damn hard to focus on their conversation. Instinct urged her to inhale and drag all the yummy masculine scent deep into her lungs. Shit. What was wrong with her?

“I saw you throw him an impossible distance. Like a friggin’ teddy bear.” White-knuckling the steering wheel, Grayce banged her head against the back of her hands and prayed he wouldn’t think her insane. What did it matter anyway? Why was he still talking to her?

“That is what happened.”

Grayce squeezed her eyes shut. Sincerity or sarcasm? Past insecurities bobbed to the surface. Come on Grayce, don’t be a pussy. In hopes of discovering whether he fucked with her or not, she summoned the courage to meet him square in the eyes.

Bad idea.

The moment their gazes met, Grayce was caught in a whirlpool, sucked deep into his soul. Mesmerized, wholly consumed by heavenly blue eyes filled with conviction. The peculiar connection caused her head to spin, her heart to beat rampant. Any doubt about his honesty evaporated, only to be replaced with the knowledge that if desired, she could steal every thought and emotion from his very being.

“Oh fuck. That’s impossible. There is no fucking way you threw that—that thing across the parking lot.” Because she’d be lost forever if their eyes locked again, she studied his lips. Perfectly carved, full and enticing, they begged to be nibbled. God she hungered to taste them, feel them brush against her skin. Seriously, what was wrong with her? Had she been hit on the head? Who fantasized about kissing after narrowly escaping a brutal attack?

Grayce averted her attentions to his nose, hoping it would offer no temptation. No such luck. It was incredibly sexy—strong and masculine, creating a perfect balance between his eyes and mouth.

God, she needed to focus.

She tried to hide her embarrassment behind the shield of her hands. Sirens blared in the distance granting a distraction from the torrid path her brain seemed to be following.

“Let me take you home,” Z pleaded. Nervously scanning the parking lot, he stood, ran his hands through already messy hair, then squatted back down to eye level.

“What about the police? I have to talk to them.” Grayce moved to get out of the car and Z braced the door.

“No. No, you don’t have to talk to them. Those boys will take care of it.” Becoming visibly more stressed, he chewed on his lower lip. “You saw what I did to him. That’s not something we can explain to cops.” The sirens grew louder. “We have to go. Now.”

“But...” Before she could protest further, a gust of wind stole her breath. Hair whipped at her face with a stinging lash and forced her eyes closed. When able to see and breathe again she was tucked and buckled in the seat of his truck, which made no sense considering it was parked a block and a half away.

* * * *

Tyr watched from his perch as his man failed miserably at procuring Grayce. Simple task. What a shame. He’d been confident Houghton was the best choice for the job. It exhausted him arranging the deranged convict’s escape from prison. Houghton was the first human he’d transported. A feat which left him physically and emotionally drained.

Thank goodness for his playthings at home. Of course, considering he’d found his favorite toy, his little dove, the others were useless. Disposable. Two days of rest replenished him fully. Having Grayce near again, his energy recharged two times faster than by the fear he’d been forced to feed upon.

As he witnessed the scene play out below, an excited tingle danced down his spine and caused his cock to twitch. The blond giant possessed incredible strength. When he threw Houghton like a rag doll, Tyr giggled in wonderment. What a beautiful creature. What would it be like to play with the giant and Grayce at the same time? Oh what fun. So many possibilities. What tools would he need to keep this man in check? The playroom would need to be fortified. Could he make it strong enough to hold such a massive, powerful male?

Time for a new plan.

Tyr fought back another cursed smile and crossed his arms. Blocks away, red lights lit up the evening sky. Well, they were in for a nice surprise, weren’t they? This pathetic town would soon make national headlines.

* * * *

Z lead-footed his F-450 away from the gym, oncoming sirens and all other bullshit that ruined what should have been a happy union. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. The police and I...” He sighed and shook his head. “We don’t get along.”

No response. Tension billowed throughout the spacious truck cabin for several long moments before Grayce nearly jumped through the roof. “Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit. I have to get to work.” Profanities continued softly while she dug through her purse.

Z jerked the steering wheel and slammed the brakes, throwing them forward against their seat belts. “Are you serious? You’re worried about work?” The steering wheel cracked under the force of his grip. He relaxed his hands, only to feel the tension shift to his jaw. Fuck. After what just happened, she wanted to go to work? Had to be shock. That, or insanity.

“Listen. We don’t know each other, and I won’t give you my life story here. I need this job. I can’t miss a shift. I’m fine. Working will distract me from whatever the hell happened back there.”

A set of piercing angry eyes flashed in his general direction after she’d pulled the cell from her handbag. Shut the fuck up and drive was communicated without a word needing to be spoken.

It took three deep breaths for Zander to regain control of heated emotions. Arguing would not be the best course of action. She needed to know. Everything. More than anything, he needed to tell her, right then and there. Blurt it out. Lay it on the table. Timing however, was not his friend.

“Which way?” He grabbed the steering wheel with more force than necessary.

“Jane’s Bar on Fifth and Pine.” Grayce pointed west. The tension in her face disappeared. No need to upset her. Soon enough they’d be inseparable. Didn’t have to happen tonight.

“I know the place. Come to think of it, I could use a drink.” Good excuse to keep an eye on her.

“Um, did you really throw that fucking asshole across the parking lot or have I lost my mind?” She fiddled nervously with her cell.

Zander’s arms ached with the need to pull her close, tuck her snug against him where she belonged.

“I did. I’m sorry you saw that. I followed...” He cleared his throat. “I mean, when I was heading to my truck, I heard you yell and lost my temper. Didn’t think. I just reacted.” The Lone Ranger theme song strummed through his brain as he tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel.

“But, how? I mean, you’re huge and everything, but how did you toss him that far without breaking a sweat?” She shifted in her seat, glanced his way, then looked straight ahead.

“I’m strong.” A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “I’m very strong.” Strong would be an understatement. Superhuman strength and speed. Never been sick. Never seen his own blood. Bona fide freak of nature.

“So, is Z your real name, or does the Z stand for something?”

“It’s short for Zander.”

“Zander. Nice. Last name?”

“Vascos. Zander Vascos.” God, it felt good introducing himself properly. “And Grayce, I don’t believe I got your last name.”

She quickly turned away. “No. No you didn’t.” She wasn’t going to offer it either, judging by the uncomfortable silence that followed. Not in the sharing mood? Didn’t matter. They’d share a last name eventually.

“Well, Zander. Thank you for rescuing me...I think.”

Grayce spent the rest of the drive with her head pressed against the passenger side window. Didn’t say a word or look in his direction. Gave him plenty of time to consider his next move. Obviously, tonight wouldn’t be an ideal time to drop any bombshells regarding their future. They were together. It would do for now.

The truck rolled to a stop and Zander let it run. Grayce sat in silence, palms folded in her lap. He reached across the seat and placed a hand over hers. With the joining of their skin, the bonding energy, unique only to them, surged through their flesh and bones. Grayce jumped and jerked her hands away.

“I’ll drive you back to your car after your shift.” Secretly hoping she’d invite him home with her, he studied her face for a sign, disappointed to find resolute blankness.

“That won’t be necessary. You’ve done so much already. I can get a ride home.” Grayce searched her handbag, fiddled with her phone, jiggled her keys. She wouldn’t look his way.

“Grayce. I need you to look at me, please.” Her sigh cut like a knife to his chest. Fear twisted his heart as he considered the possibility he’d been wrong, that Grayce wasn’t the one. If she were, wouldn’t she be responding to their closeness, to his touch?

Tucking hair behind her ear, she half turned in his direction. “What?”

“No one can know about what happened tonight.”

Slumping, she buried her face in her hands and laughed. “You don’t have to worry. I won’t say a word. Who’d believe me anyway? I still don’t believe it myself.” With a shrug, she opened the door and vaulted from the truck.

“Thank you,” Zander whispered.

Her reserved smile, the blush in her cheeks and the sadness haunting her hazel eyes temporarily paralyzed him.

“I have to get in there. You coming? First drink is on me.” Tilting her head, she smiled shyly. “No. Not the first drink. As many as you want. On me. It’s the least I can do.”