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cleared that up; I think we should stay for dinner he said. Zane nodded his agreement. Butch turned to head for the kitchen. Zane stood and was about to follow Butch, when he turned back to Dillon. “Oh by the way we put Dexter in charge of the office, we all know he’s the best choice.” Dillon tried to hide his smile; Dexter was the most intelligent person they knew. He was also the most organized, and they had been talking about giving him more responsibility. He would do fine, most of the men they hired thought Dexter was strange, scary and deadly so they gave him space but they also admired him and would do whatever he told them to do, no questions asked. Putting Dexter in charge freed them up to take care of whatever was going on with Camille. If there was anything to begin with. He couldn’t ignore that ache in his gut that told him something wasn’t just right with Camille’s mugging. He always listened to his gut; it had saved his ass on many occasions.
    Camille awoke to the most wonderful smell, as she stretched and sat up, she had almost forgotten about her side but the pain was there. She got out of bed and found a robe lying over the back of a chair. When she held it up to her face, she inhaled Dillon’s scent. She wrapped the robe around herself, letting his scent flow all over her. It was earthy with a hint of the outdoors, a purely masculine scent.
    As Camille made her way downstairs, she heard male voices she rounded the corner at the foot of the stairs she knew what she would see, moving toward the kitchen. She had to smile at the sight of Dillon, Butch and Zane in the kitchen cooking no less. She just stood and watched them moved around each other; it was obvious they had done this many times the way they seemed to be in sync with each other, each man knowing where the other was. It was a fascinating sight to see. Camille cleared her throat and that got the men’s attention.
    Dillon looked up to see Camille standing in the doorway, wearing his favorite robe, it made his dick hard wishing like hell it could be him wrapped around her body instead of that damn robe.
    He smiled at her and she rewarded him with a big smile. “Something smells great.” Butch just laughed as he went back to chopping onions. Zane placed a cup of hot tea in front of Camille as she sat at the kitchen table, Camille looked up at Zane he smiled and nodded before turning around. “Thank you Z.” she had always liked Zane he never said much but he always seemed to know things. “Can I help with anything?” They all smiled at her. Dillon moved toward the table with a large bowl of salad.  Its okay Cam we got it he said flashing that killer smile at her. Zane sat a bowl of pasta on the table and butch carried the grilled chicken. They eat, talked and laughed Camille had forgotten just what great cooks they all were. It was a must, since none of them seemed to be interested in settling down with one woman.
    When dinner was over, butch and Zane started clearing the table. The doorbell rang and then there was a hard knock. Dillon was on his feet weapon in hand and Butch and Zane were moving into place. Dillon turned to her and put his finger up to his lips, he signaled Zane and Butch to move into place. Zane took Camille by the arm, they moved into the pantry that had a hidden door in the back of the small room. Butch was behind Dillon, once they were in place, Dillon opened the door. Daniel stood there with his gun drawn. “What took you so long?” he put the safety on and tucked the gun in his pants at the small of his back.
    Dillon and Butch lowered their weapons. Daniel stepped past Dillon as he entered the house. Dillon followed him into the kitchen where he saw Camille standing there, wearing Dillon’s robe. Daniel walked over and pulled her into an embrace. She melted into his arms as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She winced slightly as he squeezed her hard. He loosened his grip, he stepped back fearing he may