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There was no use pressing ch
arges against Reece or his brother. She had no proof, and no one would believe her over the great and wonderful Reece Collins.
As she turned the corner onto her street, she noticed lights flashing up ahead, wondering what was wrong. Had there been an accident?
As her strides drew closer, she groaned. The paparazzi were everywhere. That meant only one thing: Reece Collins was somewhere nearby.
Sure enough, he was sitting on her front stoop, drenched and looking like a drowned pirate. Damn that black hair.
The photogs shifted as she slipped through their ranks, standing at the bottom step.
“We really need to stop this,” she yelled over the pouring rain, extending her hand to him as she climbed upward.
His head lifted. “Stop what?”
“Stop making ourselves fodder for the morning papers.” Cameras were flashing in her peripheral vision.
He grinned devilishly as he stood. “Or we could give them a show.”
She swatted his arm. “I am not getting naked for them. Been there, done that, moving on.” She tugged him into the house, slamming the door on the paparazzi with their flashing cameras.
Leaning against the door, her eyes narrowed on him. “What are you doing here, Reece?”
“I wanted to talk to you. You weren’t answering your cell.”
“You don’t have my number anymore.”
“Mum gave me the new one.”
And she thought Mrs. Woodhouse liked her. She took the phone from her pocket, noting the ten missed calls. “Sorry. Couldn’t hear the ringtone over the rain.” She pushed away from the door. “You’re soaked.”
“So are you,” he stated, watching the rain drip down her nose.
“Yeah, well, no one is going to care if I succumb to pneumonia, but you . . . it would start a riot.”
“You could offer to be my nurse.” He waggled his brows at her.
She began to laugh. “Not interested. Knowing my luck, I’d have to change your bedpan.” She moved to the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
She rolled her eyes. “Upstairs to change. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re dripping all over the floor.”
“Is that an invitation to get naked with you?”
She paused. “You’re more than welcome to come along. I’m sure I have a towel big enough to wrap around you.”
“Or we could just warm each other up under the covers.”
She gripped the bannister. “I’m not interested in being your nightly booty call.” She continued up to the next level, ignoring him completely.
She obviously wasn’t going to fall for his charm this time. He needed to be serious. What he had to say was too important. “Nicole?” he called.
A door opened above, Laura leaning over the bannister. “She’s in the shower. I don’t know what’s going on, Reece Collins, but some of us are trying to sleep. You know where her room is. Why don’t you wait for her in there?” There was the unmistakable sound of a door slamming.
Reece took the stairs two at a time, entering Nicole’s room and secretly hoping she’d come in with just a towel wrapped around her again. He grinned. Good times.
“What are you doing in my room?” Nicole asked, startled to find him there.
