"Anders disentangled himself from Valerie's clinging arms and took a step back. He paused to take several breaths, attempting to give his brain a chance to recover before turning toward Lucian. Once he faced the man, he simply asked, "What did you say?" "I said I'd rather my wife not look out our French doors and see your bare ass if you don't mind," Lucian said succinctly. Anders glanced down at himself, relieved to see that, as he'd thought, he hadn't yet achieved undoing and dropping his drawers. Trying for dignity he straightened his shoulders and said, "I assure you my self-control would have kicked in before things went that far." "Yeah right," Lucian snorted. "One more minute and you would have been bare-assed and giving Valerie a good seeing to right there on the porch rail." Grimacing, he added, "For future reference, I don't recommend it. Leigh got some nasty slivers off that rail some months ago. It's too rough for such endeavors." Anders glanced over his shoulder to Valerie with concern at this news. The shorts she was wearing weren't especially long and he had no doubt her upper legs at least had been ground into the wood as he'd dry humped her. "Are you all right?" Blushing brightly, she nodded. "I think so." "I'll check later." Anders had meant that to be reassuring, but Valerie's blush went from a becoming rosy color to the red of a tomato and her wide eyes shot to Lucian with embarrassment. "And that is precisely why we need help at the moment," Lucian said dryly to Valerie, obviously having read enough of their minds to know that was what Anders had been trying to show her. He clarified, however, by adding, "I've lost most of my best Enforcers to life mate brain . . . which means more often than not, they're as brainless as cats in heat. Even I suffer from it on occasion. We'll need help for the next year or so until the worst of it passes." "Oh," Valerie breathed."