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"Nik, I'm sorry." She laid her hand on his arm.
"For what?" His eyes narrowed in the dim light.
"For whatever hurts you," she said softly before stepping aside and moving gingerly along the sidewalk, aware of him behind her.
Her door was still locked. Inserting the key, she unlocked it, stepped inside, and pushed in the code for the alarm system. Everything was still secure. Her lamps were still on; her cat, Biskus, meowed from the arched doorway into the kitchen just as he did every time she returned.
"Everything's fine." She turned back to Nik, aware of him staring down at her, tall and broad. Protective. "Thank you again."
"Thank you." He reached out, touched her unbruised cheek, then turned and left. A car pulled up at the curb and as Mikayla watched the door open she saw the redhead inside. Tall, of course, and pretty.
And then they were gone.
Closing the door behind her, Mikayla reset the locks and the security system before staring down at the rather large black and white long-haired cat that had adopted her.
"Well, it's just you and me again, Biskus."
He meowed again, then turned and loped back to the kitchen.
A clear indication he felt he deserved a treat for being left at home alone. She felt perhaps she deserved a treat herself. For the bruise on her face, the one she felt forming on her ribs, the fear she had experienced that night, and the man she had 42
been forced to walk away from.
Her father would have been horrified.
She could hear him raging even as a smile tipped her lips.
Her brothers would go crazy.
And that still wasn't enough to dim her interest.
Or her arousal.
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Chapter 4
"Oh, my God!" Deirdre's voice was horrified, her expression slackening into lines of complete disbelief as Mikayla walked into the shop early the next morning. She had timed her arrival to coincide with Deirdre's and to ensure she could take care of customers while Mikayla hid for the day.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Mikayla assured her assistant. Mikayla knew her face looked damned bad. The bruise spread across her cheek to her jaw and then to the side of her lip. Her lower lip was split and, though not grotesquely swollen, incredibly uncomfortable.
"It's not as bad as it looks?" Deirdre's eyes were wide, her hands moving from her silk-clad hips as she rushed across the plush carpet to Mikayla.
"Mikayla, what in the world happened to you?" Her friend's green eyes, the color of a summer leaf, filled with threatening tears as her hands lifted to Mikayla's shoulders and turned her more fully to the light. "My God. Who hit you? Do I need to start collecting bail for your brothers?"
"They don't know, and you're not going to tell them." Mikayla suppressed a shiver; she was doing everything she could to keep her family from finding out.
"You think you can keep this from them?" Deirdre propped her hands on her hips again, the cream silk of her skirt stretching over her hips as her shoulders straightened beneath the light blue sleeveless blouse she wore.
"I'd better keep it from them," Mikayla muttered. "They'll make my life hell otherwise."
"So what happened?" Deirdre demanded again, following Mikayla as she gave a brief shake of her head and moved to her office at the back of the shop.
"I was attacked in the parking lot of the club," she told the other woman as they entered her office. "Maybe it was a mugger."
"And maybe it was a Nelson fanatic," Deirdre snapped, anger filling her tone now. "That's who it was, wasn't it?"
"I really don't know, Deirdre." Mikayla plopped her purse on the less-than-tidy desk and sat down gingerly in the softly padded chair behind it.
