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a life here.  I’ll come down, assess the situation, and see what I can do. Maybe I can find you some permanent, effective security.”
    “Okay, Colt, thank you so much!  I knew I could count on you.”
    I figured I would wait till he got there to tell him that I would never trust anyone else but him.
    “I’ll have my P.A., Sam, call you with the flight details.  I can’t wait to see you, Colt!”  I told him, before getting off the phone.  Excitement raced through my veins, and I realized it was the first time I had been excited about anything in quite a while.
    When I got on the bus, I told Sam to make all the arrangements, gave her Colt’s number, and closed myself off in my bunk as the swaying bus lulled me to sleep like it always did.
    But this time was different.  I was smiling.

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    THREE DAYS LATER

    Jett Ghianni!
    Jett! 
    What a trip. 
    I never expected to hear from her, and I certainly never expected my cock to swell like it did as soon as the sound of her voice hit my ears.  When I agreed to fly out, I did so without fully thinking it through.  I was thinking with my heart, and my cock, letting the memory of her laughter override any good sense I had.  
    We were young, but that’s what made the memories so intense. I never touched her, outside of that one first kiss that wasn't really a kiss. 
    I didn’t have too many good feelings when I thought about my past before the explosion, but the ones that I did have almost always included the sound of Jett’s laughter.  She was so easy to be around.  She was my escape.  The three of us were always together, and when I did get a few moments alone with her, away from Ciara’s incessant babbling, it was always easy and peaceful.  I cherished those moments, and they were a big part of what got me through those nights when I was locked up.  
    I had missed her.  I had tried to push her to the back of my mind, though, attempted to chalk her up to one of those people who had moved on way beyond my reach.  Even though I had hoped to somehow see her again, I never really expected to.
    So, when I heard her instantly recognizable, raspy voice, telling me she needed me?  My body wasn’t going to let me ignore that.
    But then she told me what was going on, and the protective side of me kicked in, and I knew, even though I initially resisted, that I would go.  How could I say no to her, when her safety was involved?
    Still, it took a lot of explaining to Rusty, the President of the club.  But it worked, and he agreed to let me go for as long as I needed.  
    “Well, sounds like she’s family.  You gotta go,” he said, his sharp black eyes peering at me from across the bar of the clubhouse.  
    “Thanks, man.  I’ll check in often, I promise.  She wants me there right away,” I said.
    “Yeah, sure, go.  We can handle things around here for a while.  If anything goes down, or changes, we’ll find you.”
    I was thankful to not be under any pressure from the club, and it made it a lot easier to get on the plane that morning.
    As soon as I landed and walked out of the Phoenix airport, I saw a suited man holding a sign with my name on it, and walked up to him.   He looked me up and down, his eyes raking across my leather cut curiously.  
    “Mr. Colton James?”
    “That’s me.”  He took my suitcase from me, and I let him. 
    “This way, sir.  Ms. Jett is expecting you.”  He nodded his head, and turned towards a waiting limousine.
    I smirked, and followed him.  He was stiff as a board and it took all my restraint not to fuck with him.  He was tall, skinny, and he looked like a good wind would knock him over.  I hoped this wasn’t what had been protecting Jett, because even the weakest stalker could penetrate that security.
    He opened the back door for me, and I slid in.  The white leather seats were the softest leather I had ever felt.  It felt so wrong.  Leather was supposed to be rough, rugged and smooth