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"What else is wrong?" Deirdre would have to notice the careful way Mikayla took her seat.
It never failed. Her family and friends were like overprotective bears at times.
"Look, I was just knocked around a little bit," Mikayla assured Deirdre. "A white knight showed up, rescued me, and delivered me home safe and sound." And that was enough to distract Deirdre.
"White knight?" Deirdre plopped her rear on the corner of Mikayla's desk, the open door giving her clear sight of the front door, and gave Mikayla a demanding look.
"Give deets, girlfriend."
Mikayla laughed. "Deets, huh? What makes you think there are any details?" Details such as height, hair, eyes, pure male sex appeal. Oh, Mikayla had deets. 44
"Well, duh." Deirdre laughed. " 'White knight' is the key word here. Tell me all about him."
Mikayla's lips parted as the light tinkle of the bell at the door sounded. She started to laugh at the pout that formed on Deirdre's lips, until she saw a look of complete awe fill her face.
Mikayla leaned forward tentatively and restrained a sigh at the sight of the man walking across the carpet. In black leather pants, biker boots, and a T-shirt that stretched across his hard, broad chest, Nik Steele walked into the dress shop.
"The white knight," she murmured in amusement as Deirdre seemed locked in amazement.
"Mikayla?" He stepped into the office, looking between her and Deirdre. Ice blue eyes. Mikayla wondered if there was actually any emotion behind that gaze. The night before, she hadn't seen the ice there, the hard, almost cynical light; instead, she had felt something, sensed it, in the way he acted, the tone of his voice. But she remembered what he had said. He'd once been a father. Losing a child would destroy the soul, she thought. But would it leave anything for anyone else?
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"Can I help you, Mr. Steele?" Leaning back, she let her gaze rove over that gorgeous hard body just one more time.
His lips quirked as though he was well aware of his effect on her and Deirdre as well. It would be hard to miss it; Deirdre was staring at him as though he were a sweet and she was dying for a sugar rush.
"Yes, ma'am, you can." A flicker of warmth glimmered in his icy eyes. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me for steaks tonight? I thought I'd throw a few on the grill. Break out a couple of bottles of beer."
"If she's not interested, then I am." Deirdre suddenly found her voice. "She's not real smart sometimes, ya know." There was a wealth of amusement in Deirdre's expression as Mikayla frowned at her.
"She appears extremely intelligent to me," he drawled, that sexy grin still tugging at his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. The flesh between her thighs heated, grew damp. That rat-a-tat-tat of her heart made her breathless. He had an effect on her that no other man ever had.
"Yes, she's extremely intelligent," Mikayla informed him as though participating in the conversation.
"I don't know." Deirdre leaned her hand against the desk and glanced back at Mikayla. "Look at her face. See, she knows better than to be in dark places by herself. I bet that was where you found her, huh?"
"It was indeed." Nik's gaze sliced back to her. "Parked in the darkest area as she played punching bag for some asshole. She hasn't told me why yet." Deirdre's gaze swung back to Mikayla in amazement. "He doesn't know?" She switched back to Nik. "You don't know?"
"I didn't say I haven't been checking into it."
He knew.
Mikayla swallowed tightly before drawing in a deep breath. At least, as deep as sore ribs allowed.
"Figure anything out yet?" she asked.
"A few things," he answered. "Enough to know why you were attacked last 45
night."
"You work fast." A sense of disappointment filled her. She couldn't tell if he believed her or not.
"So who do you believe?" Deirdre voiced the question Mikayla was only thinking.
Nik stared back at Deirdre as though in surprise. "I tend to believe the punching bag. They rarely get used without reason."
Mikayla's heart melted. It was totally illogical, but he wasn't laughing at her, and he wasn't questioning her honesty.
