Maid for Hire & Educating Australia by Capri Montgomery Page B

doors just in time to see Australia take a kick to her stomach and fall. He lounged into action. The bastard could fight and there was something familiar about his attack. Familiar and weak. Kyle caught him in a headlock and applied pressure until he passed out. He snatched the ski mask off his head.
    "Tony?" Australia moved to Kyle's side.
    He heard sirens and cars coming to a screeching halt outside. It wasn't long before officers came running in with weapons drawn.
    "Donovan."
    "Officer Yates," he nodded.
    "All right guys get this piece of shit off the floor," Yates yelled. "Ma'am can you turn off the alarm please?"
    She nodded before cautiously padding through the house, trying not to get in the way of the police.
    "I'm guessing he's going to need medical attention," Yates indicated the half conscious, handcuffed man.
    "You're guessing right." Although Kyle couldn’t say he cared if Tony got any.
    "He might be the guy who sent you the tape. We'll find out in interrogation."
    Kyle nodded. Now that he realized Tony knew where Australia lived, and that he was capable of a calculated assault, he figured he may have been wrong about Tony’s reaction to the tape, but he didn't think he was. His gut told him there was something more. He just didn't know what yet.

Chapter Four

    "N o, I'm fine. I'm staying with Kyle a few days until things are fixed at my place." She smiled and waved Kyle into the bedroom. She was already naked, just waiting for him to come home from work so she could help him wind down from a long day.
    "No. I’m going to class tomorrow night," she watched Kyle strip off his shirt with jerky movements. Whenever he did get his pants off she was sure he had no plans of waiting for her to finish her conversation. "I'll pick it up in the morning." She watched him shed his pants. "No. Eleven. I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up the phone as Kyle climbed into bed, pushed her thighs open, guided her onto her back and nestled between her legs.
    "You're coming to class?"

    "Yeah. I'm not going to let a little gossip keep me away." She stroked his back. "You will still give me private lessons right?" She winked and he smiled.
    "Considering our private lessons always seem to end with me spending the night with you…yes."
    She giggled. "I love you Kyle." She froze. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
    "I love you too."
    She exhaled sharply. “At least I didn't freak you out."
    "As if your telling me you love me could freak me out." He ran his tongue along the length of her neck.
    "Hmm...What are you doing Saturday night?"
    "You, I hope." He placed soft kisses on her shoulder, over her collarbone and back up her neck. It was hard to concentrate when he was deliberately distracting her. She hit his shoulder.
    "I'm trying to concentrate."
    "So concentrate." He continued his slow trail of kisses.
    "You're distracting me."
    He showed no signs of stopping so she would just have to figure out how to converse while he kissed her.
    "I...have a show next Wednesday...so we're practicing Saturday."
    "All night?"
    "No. What I'm trying to say is there's a party for the band...kind of a PR party for the show." It was going to be a big show. If everything went well they might even ink a deal. "Would you like to come with me?"
    She felt the faintest wisp of air on her neck as he chuckled. "To the party," she said sarcastically. Perhaps the conversation was best left for after sex.
    "Sure," he groaned. That was all the talking they were going to do for a while. For all the discipline the man had he definitely had an issue with distraction when it came to her body. Not that his distraction bothered her. She loved being in his arms, connecting with him on every level. The conversations they had before and even after, were some of the best conversations she’d had with a guy in a long time—conversations that were about music that is. The guys in the band were focused on new songs, working their way into a