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His breathing was deep and calm but hers was anything but.
âIâve got what I need. Iâll be in touch, Detective.â She turned and walked from the room. Katrina couldnât seem to stop staring and her breath was coming in shallow gasps. His fingers reached to her hands, which were still holding her shirt in place and he tugged the hem of the
shirt gently down to cover her stomach.
âOhâŠsorry.â She wasnât sure what else to say. Sorry for forgetting she was half naked in front of him? Sorry for letting her brain shut down? He reached a hand to her and she let him pull her up to sit. âI should call a cab.â
âIâll drive you.â He didnât wait for an answer before he turned from
her and started walking from the room. She hopped down from the
gurney and followed him back out to his car. Well this promised to be awkward as hell.
It was. It was a painfully nerve-racking awkward with a touch of
erotic need thrown in for fun. She wasnât stupid. She trusted him. She absolutely trusted him. He was Sethâs father, heâd been in the community
for many years and he was a cop. She literally had no reason not to trust
him and so she trusted. Under the circumstances and after her night, the
feel of that trust was intoxicating. He made the terror sheâd felt suddenly
feel better. The relief, his subtle show of concern, his desire to help her all pushed her very female buttons. What other reason were Sandra Bullock
and Keanu Reeves attracted to each other in the movie Speed? Duh. She got it. Were she just some sap of a woman on any other day without having experienced some lunatic trying to kill her, sheâd feel nothing for
this man. Oh who the fuck was she kidding? Sheâd not been able to pull
her eyes away from him after the moment she met him!
âWhere does Seth stay when youâre working?â Well she had to break
the tension somehow.
âMy sister. Sheâs divorced. Jake Sayors? You taught him tooâŠâ
âOh sure. Your sister isâŠuhâŠâ She was snapping her fingers.
âMolly.â
âYeah. I like Molly. She seems fun.â
âShe is. She reminds me a lot of you actually.â
Her gaze flashed to his before she could stop herself and he glanced
to her before she could wipe the quizzical expression from her face. What
the hell does that mean?
âI just mean sheâs quirky. Good sense of humor.â
âOh.â Apparently he didnât intend to say she was gorgeous like herâ
but then that would be weird.
She gave him directions to Imogenâs mansion on Mercer Island and as
they neared, her heart sped. She wasnât sure why she wasnât ready to give him up tonight. He made her feel safe and while she was sure sheâd
be perfectly secure and comfortable in Imogenâs house with high-tech security and even a security gate, she still wasnât ready to see him go.
They pulled up to the keypad entrance and she sat like an idiot for a
moment as options raced through her head. She was panicking.
âYou can either tell me the code or crawl onto my lap to enter it yourself. Your choice.â He smirked at her and she shook her head in mortification. She wanted to crawl into his lapâbut she gave him the code instead.
âThank you for driving me. I appreciate it.â
âSure.â He looked at her a moment without speaking. âIâll be in touch
soon. Iâm sorry, Katrina. You didnât deserve this and I know how
difficult it can be to cope with being the victim of a crime.â
Her eyes were suddenly flashing with tears and she turned to look out the window rather than share her pathetic emotions with him. But when his fingers touched hers, she sniffed and turned back to him, giving up on hiding it.
âYou are very lucky but youâre also very strong.â He let go of her hand quickly, pulling his hand back to rest on the steering wheel. âWeâre
going to be spending a lot of time in your neighborhood for a while.
Weâre going to increase the patrols and check in with you regularly once
youâre back in your house.â
âThank you, Detective.â
âDillon.â His brow flinched and he dropped his gaze to his lap as though heâd said something wrong. All Katrina could think was just how
much heâd said right. She climbed from his car, tossing a quick wave to
him as she bounded up the steps toward the front door. Imogen was already pulling the front door open as she approached and the moment
she saw Detective Handsome Ass backing up, she smirked before pulling
Katrina into a hug.
* * * * *
âSeth go to bed at a good time?â He was talking to Molly on the phone. There was no sense waking him up when it was after midnight.
âOh âbout nine or so. You done for the night?â
âYeah. At least for the time being.â
âWhy do you sound weird?â
âI havenât said anything!â
âYou donât have to. Spill it.â
âYou know I canât do that. Good night. Iâm letting you go.â He hung
up quickly, collapsing on his bed.
She was attracted to him. Fuck. Not fuck because he wasnât attracted to her, not even fuck because he was attracted to her. Fuck because he was so fucking attracted to a woman he wasnât allowed to be fucking attracted to. JustâŠfuck! Oh yeah and fuck because he suspected this wasnât the last theyâd see of the masked Looney Tune intent on hurting
her. That was the biggest fuck he had at the moment and it left his heart
racing.
He liked her. And not just because she was nice to look at. She was feisty and smart, she was quirky and silly but she was sweet. She was kind and good except when she was pissed at him. But heâd deserved that.
He fell asleep without even undressingâwho knew if heâd be lucky
enough to sleep the rest of the night without another call. But he didnât
sleepâat least he didnât sleep through the night. When he woke, he was
covered in sweat and his heart was pounding in near panic. Heâd
dreamed of her and not just of her. Heâd dreamed of a monster intent on
killing her, taking her away from him. In his dream, she belonged to him
and that incredibly possessive and arousing ownership he felt for her was being threatened.
He didnât even bother trying to go back to sleep after that. He rose, showered and left his home at three oâclock in the morning. He drove to
her home and sat in his car staring at her little house that looked eerily
terrifying even to him. He didnât believe for a second theyâd seen the last
of the dark intruder.
Chapter Five
She couldnât seem to get enough coffee into her body to stay alert the
next morning but she was there. When Imogen popped her head into the
teachersâ lounge about ten minutes before first period was to begin, she
offered a sympathetic smile.
âYou sure you want to be here today, Trink? I mean, no one really expects you to be and you look like hell. Did you actually look in the mirror this morning, love?â She was being Imogenâwith a sarcastic
sense of humor that always brought a smile to Katrinaâs day. Of course
smiling actually wrinkled her brow on this day and left her head aching.
She filled her coffee mug for the third time and headed out of the lounge toward her classroom. She knew no one expected her to be there.
The good news had traveled fast once Imogen entered the building with
her that morning and within fifteen minutes, ten teachers and the
superintendent had stopped by her room assuring her they could get a sub for the day and telling her she was crazy for coming to work.
What they failed to realize was she had no interest in being anywhere
alone at the momentânot even Imogenâs overly secure house on Lake
Washington. She needed to be at school. She needed to be around people.
Sheâd mentally committed herself to going home that night and she
was dreading it. She loved her home. It was small, quaint and sheâd poured her sense of style into every last nook and cranny of the place.
She spent a small fortune on an old railroad-cart coffee table she loved.
Sheâd thrift-store-shopped and antique-shopped her way into an
incredible eclectic design which literally made her smile every time she walked through her door.
She relaxed every time she thought about the smell of her home and
the comfort of her small world that belonged to just her. She couldnât lose
that. She simply couldnât give it up. What she could give up was a bit of
money to have the locks changed and two motion sensor lights installed
at the front door and the side door. The workmen were scheduled to arrive that afternoon and though Imogen had glared at her over lunch in
the teachersâ lounge as she called and scheduled the installer and locksmith, sheâd held her ground.
âImogen, I appreciate you offering to let me stay, but I have to do this.
I canât let this thing stop my life. I like my life too much to see it sullied by this.â
âYou sound like such an English teacher when you say shit like
sullied. But you also keep saying this thing. Itâs not a thing you can just ignore. It was a man. A man who had no business being there or trying
to hurt you and you need to take this seriously!â
âAnd you donât think I am? Come on, you know me better than that.
Why do you think Iâm changing the locks when thereâs likely no reason
for it? Why do you think Iâm installing the motion lights?â
Imogen studied her. Katrina wasnât used to Imogen being so serious
âever. It just wasnât her style. âIâm just worried about you.â
âI know, and I appreciate it.â They were interrupted by a couple other
teachers who came in jabbering on about a problem student who was driving them nuts. She wished a problem student was all that worried her today and as Imogenâs brows shot up and she rolled her eyes, she made it clear she understood just how much deeper her worry went on
this day too.
Katrina didnât have a class during the last period on Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays and she usually moderated a study hall but on
that day, she found another free teacher to cover the hour and she left early so she could be home in plenty of time to meet the installer. She took a cab from school since she had no car and as it pulled up in front of
her home, her heart started pounding, her hands got clammy and she started to panic.
Could she really do this? It looked like her home. It really did look exactly as it always did but it felt so very different. But she couldnât sit in the cab all night and as the cab driverâs eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, she saw the awkward way he watched her as though he
suspected she might just be crazy. She didnât want to be crazy and so she
stepped from the cab, paid the man and turned toward the largest
investment sheâd ever made in life. She desperately hoped she wouldnât
ultimately end up hating it.
It was on a deep breath and a sigh that she started the trek up her
lawn toward the front door. She rarely used the front door but for whatever reason she couldnât seem to bring herself to use the side door.
She unlocked the door and just stared.
She could smell the scent of her life she loved so much and it was like
longing for something she couldnât quite reach. It looked like her home,
in a slight state of disarray but still. She almost expected the place to explode when she stepped across the threshold but she didnât make it that far until she heard a car pull into her driveway.
She turned to see Detective Adler pulling in behind her car and relief
hit and started to
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