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“My turn,” a familiar voice demanded behind her. Seamus stepped back as McKay took his spot, his hands moving to the spots where Seamus’ had been. It felt completely different when McKay held her waist and hand. He pulled her right up against his body and she felt herself flush even more. They didn’t speak as he led them into the dance. Dinah followed his lead, trying her best to ignore the heat coming off of him. “Having fun?” he whispered in her ear. She nodded. “Good,” was his only reply as he continued to hold her throughout the song.

When it was over, they joined the rest of them back at the table and finished their drinks before deciding it was time to leave. Dinah followed them out, pushing her way through the crowd. McKay reached back and grabbed her hand like he had at the beginning of the night. It was starting to feel normal to her, and that was a little scary. You can’t keep him, she reminded herself. This was just a job. A job that was getting increasingly difficult.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jack watched the group leave, his eyes following the girl closely. The similarities between her and the young girl he used to know were staggering. But her name hadn’t been Dinah. That’s what was making him second guess himself. If it was her, why would she give a different name? And how would Pete not recognize her? He was close with that family, there was no way he wouldn’t see it too.

Maybe he was wrong then, he thought. It was possible the two just looked a lot alike. It was just…it nagged at him. He always trusted his gut, and right now his gut was telling him something was definitely off. He tried ignoring it the whole night, but every time he looked at her it was there. He needed to find out if it was possible. He didn’t know the implications if it was her, but he knew it couldn’t be good.

“I’m going to step out for a sec,” he told Tracey, the other bartender working. He walked outside and stepped into the darkened doorway of the bakery next door. Taking a quick look around, just to be sure, he pulled out the cell phone hidden in his pocket and keyed in the General’s number. Jack wasn’t technically part of the resistance. Not that he wasn’t a rebel at heart, but his son, Xavier, was a New World army soldier, and because of that, Jack could never be part of the inner circle. But he and Douglas Hatcher had been friends for years. Their homes used to be across the street from each other, and their kids had grown up together.

It was Jack who had gotten Douglas on his boat in time, before the army raided. Because of that, Douglas had always promised to be a phone call away, despite Xavier’s choices. The thought of Xavier hurt just like it always did. It was why Jack tried not to think of his son at all. They’d been estranged for years now, and every day was as fresh and painful as the last. After three rings a voice picked up.

“Is Douglas there?” Jack said.

“He’s unavailable at the moment,” the voice replied. “I’ll have him call you back. Name?”

“Tell him it’s Jack,” he answered. “And tell him it’s important he calls me as soon as he can.”

“Will do.” The line clicked off. Jack shoved the phone back into his pocket and went back into his bar. He’d talk to his old friend and figure out what’s going on, because his gut told him it was Charlotte he’d just seen, and he had no idea how she was still alive five years later, hooked on the arm of Pete McKay.

How was it, something so wrong, for many reasons, could feel so completely right? Pete held Dinah’s tiny hand in his as he followed his brothers and Seamus out of Jack’s Beanstalk. It felt right having her there with him, holding onto her like he had when they danced, looking out at the crowd while he sung, seeing her sitting there listening to him. Everything felt – complete. Did he believe in love at first sight? No. He was no hopeless romantic. But he did believe in there being one person out there meant for you, and crazy or not, he was starting to wonder if Dinah might be it for him.

They hardly knew each other. This was the third time he’d seen her, but it just felt so natural. It was frightening really. If his friends knew how he was feeling they’d laugh at him for it. Pete was not a sentimental man by any means. The fact that he was even spending a second night with Dinah was already at odds with his usual behaviour. He needed to sort this out, and fast, before someone got hurt. Because as much as things felt right, he knew the chance of them being together wasn’t possible.

The group of them walked down the empty streets, the air much cooler than it had been inside the pub. Dinah walked beside him, talking to Garrett, her hand still in his. None of the guys said anything about them holding hands, and she hadn’t made a move to remove it. Who knew holding a girl’s hand would have him so messed up in the head. Dinah’s laughter was mixing with Trent’s over what Garrett had said, Seamus was lost in his own world, and Pete was too focused on the sound of her laughter than anything so he didn’t notice the group that stepped out from an alley at first until he heard one clear their throat.

Soldiers.

Pete stopped, forcing Dinah to follow suit. The others noticed the group of five New World army soldiers all at the same time.

“Shit,” Garret, “Great,” Seamus, “Crap,” Trent. Dinah remained quiet.

“Where are you lot heading off to then?” one of them called out.

“Home,” Trent answered. “What’s it to you?”

The soldiers all looked at each other, grinning wolfishly. “What’s it to me? I’m protecting the streets, don’t you know? It’s our job to make sure none of you lowers cause any problems.”

“Mate,” Pete scoffed. “The only problem in this street right now is you.” Dinah squeezed his hand in warning. He squeezed back, keeping his focus on the soldiers.

“Is that so? Well I think we need to do a search. Make sure none of you hooligans are carrying any illegal weapons.”

Crap. Pete guessed all of them were carrying guns.

“How about you just let us go home, and save us all the trouble?” Seamus suggested.

“It’s no trouble for us,” another one answered.

“It will be,” Garrett said. “Trust me.”

Dinah turned to him, pressing into his arm. He was standing in front of five of his enemies, darkness all around them, danger an almost guarantee, and yet he was still extremely aware of the feeling of her body pressed to his. He had problems.

“McKay,” she hissed softly. “Don’t do this, please. Isn’t there a way we can just turn and leave?”

He looked down at her. She had no idea what it was like on their streets “Dinah, they’re not just going to let us turn and go. This is how they are.” He leaned in closer. “And I’m guessing all of us are packing heat, so this is only going to get uglier.”

“Something wrong with your pet?” the first speaker called out. “Why don’t you come over here, darling, and I’ll keep you safe.”

Pete actually laughed, genuinely amused. He didn’t even need to look at Dinah’s face to know this guy was about to get what was coming to him. “Mate,” he shook his head, “you have no idea who you’re talking to.”

Dinah let go of his hand, and walked slowly toward the soldiers. Trent made a move to stop her but Pete shook his head subtly. She didn’t need their help. The soldiers all smiled as she approached, watching her. It took every ounce of discipline for Pete not to shoot them right then. She stopped just before the speaker. Pete couldn’t hear what was being said, but when her hand flew up, the heel of her palm smashing into the man’s nose, all he could do was laugh. The man fell to his knees clutching his face.

The four other soldiers drew their guns, Pete and the boys following. The New World assholes were alternating their barrels between Dinah and them.

“Stop!” Pete yelled. “Nobody shoot!” His heart was pounding. If one of them pressed the trigger he was too far to help her.

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Dinah, however, stood calmly amongst the chaos, her back straight, hands loose at her side. She hadn’t even bothered to pull her weapon, which he knew she had tucked away somewhere. She wasn’t the type to go out without one. She crouched down in front of the man still moaning and groaning about his face. Pete hated whiners.

“What should we do?” Seamus hissed.

“Wait,” Pete said. “Let her handle this.”

“This is not good, Petey,” Trent murmured. “I don’t like where this is headed.”

“Trust me,” Pete assured him. “Just let her do her thing.” Inwardly he prayed she actually did know what she was doing, because if she didn’t this night was going to get really bloody.

“What’s your name?” Dinah asked, keeping her voice low.

“Screw you, bitch,” he snapped, removing his hands from his face. Dinah clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

“Fine,” she said calmly. “I’ll find out for myself.” She pushed into his head, finding the information as easy as picking a stone up off the street. “Gregory is it?”

The man stilled, his eyes going wide. The others began to shift uncomfortably around her. She could hear their thoughts, all of them confused and anxious. Seems the boys had been drinking on the job, and were seriously starting to question this whole plan. Looks like beating up lowers wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, Dinah mused.

“How did you…?”

Dinah looked him in the eye. “Take a good long look at my eyes, Gregory, and you tell me how I did it. Think really hard.”

Understanding dawned, his features taking on the look of realization and fear. “X?”

She smiled thinly. “You and your boys need to turn around and leave. And,” she added, “I better not hear of you guys drinking on the job again, or I’ll make sure Roman is very much aware of the situation. Understood?”

His eyes looked over her shoulder questioningly.

“Look at me,” she ordered. He did so immediately. “Roman and Ludwig are well aware of my whereabouts, got it? This is none of your concern. Now, get up and get going. Probably best to just head back to headquarters so you can get patched up.”

He nodded, scrambling to get up. The others put their guns away hesitantly, their eyes flittering between her and McKay’s crew behind her.

“And Gregory?”

“Yes, X?”

“Don’t ever call me a bitch again, or I just might show you how much of one I can be.”

She turned her back on them and walked to where the others stood. She could hear the soldiers retreating back down the alley they had appeared from. None of McKay’s guys, including himself, had put their guns away, their eyes watching the soldiers carefully. Only when they were out of sight did they lower them.

“How the hell did you do that?” Garrett said in amazement.

“Must be my feminine charm,” she said, smiling tightly.

“Seriously, what did you say to them?” Trent asked, his eyes narrowed on her suspiciously.

“McKay!” called out a new voice. Dinah sent a quick prayer upwards for that prime interruption. She hadn’t thought about what she was going to say and Trent didn’t look like he was going to let it go without an explanation. Crap, she thought.

“What’s up, Tommy Boy?” McKay said. Dinah turned to see the guy from the other night come running up.

“You’re needed,” he said, catching his breath. “Sorry to interrupt your night off,” he continued, looking at Dinah quickly. “But it’s – important.”

McKay turned to Dinah apologetically but she waved him off. “Don’t worry about me, I can find my way back. You guys go do what you have to.”

“I can always walk with her, just to be safe,” Seamus offered.

“No, you come with us. She’ll be fine,” Pete said before she could, his eyes still on her. “You guys start walking and I’ll catch up.”

They all waved goodbye to her, Trent still looking at her curiously, before walking away with the new boy, Tommy. McKay moved to stand in front of her, cutting off her view of the others.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Everything’s fine,” she said easily.

“You positive?”

She sighed, meeting his hard gaze. “Yes, McKay.”

“Pete.”

She looked up at him questioningly. “Pardon?”

“Call me Pete. McKay is what everyone else calls me.”

What was that supposed to mean? That only his friends could call him McKay? Did he not consider her one now? From how the night had been going, she figured they’d reached some sort of middle ground, but now she wasn’t so sure. Pete’s chuckle grabbed her attention right as he placed a palm on either side of her face, holding it gently.