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Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you. It’s all I can think of.His words had lit a fire inside her, one that was still smoldering just below the surface.
She hadn’t thought she’d ever be interested in a man again, but one look from Blake all those months ago, and she’d realized whatever she’d felt for Mark paled in comparison to the overwhelming feelings she experienced when he’d first laid those chocolate brown eyes on her.
There. She’d admitted it. He annoyed her, he irritated her, but every single one of her senses responded to him.
Groaning out loud, she pulled the blanket over her head like she used to do when she was small and she wanted bad things to disappear.
It could all be explained: she hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, Blake was devastatingly attractive, and on top of that, she was on edge because she’d nearly been run over by a car again. Probably also Mark’s doing. No wonder her hormones and dopamine levels were out of control.
The sound of glass breaking downstairs brought her quickly back to reality. With her heart racing, she threw the blankets off, jumped out of bed, and ran towards her door. There was another sound. Swallowing down her fear, she opened the door. The light in the corridor was on.
“Blake?” she called out, and moved towards his room. But the door to his room was open and he wasn’t inside.
She turned and rushed down the stairs. “Blake?” she called out again and stormed into the kitchen. He was standing over broken glass on the ground, shirtless, his phone against his ear. Her eyes zoomed in on his tanned, muscled six-pack. Oh, my.
“Don’t move!” Blake’s voice was urgent, but she’d already put her foot down.
“Ouch!” she called out and with one stride Blake had put his phone down and was beside her. Cursing under his breath, he picked her up. “Why the hell don’t you ever listen?” he growled.
Her hands landed on his naked torso and she quickly pulled them back. “I didn’t do anything wrong, don’t scold me! Why is there broken glass on the floor?”
He placed her on the kitchen counter and lifted her foot. “Your foot is bleeding. Band-Aid?”
“I can get it...”
“There are pieces of glass all over the floor. And you’ll bleed all over the place.”
“Seriously, Blake...”
“And ointment?”
Fed up with him, the stupid butterflies in her tummy, and her out-of-control hormones, she pointed to the medicine cupboard while she turned her foot to see what was going on.
She’d stepped on a miniscule piece of glass. “This is such a tiny piece of glass, I really don’t need ointment. Just a Band-Aid to stop the bleeding.” She pulled out the piece of glass as he approached with a Band-Aid and ointment in hand. “Give it to me. I assure you I can put a Band-Aid on my own foot; I’m a trained nurse.”
But he brushed her hand aside. “I’ll do it.” Bending his head, he proceeded to clean the wound. He’d showered, his hair was still wet. The scent of soap and man were playing havoc with her hormones, the butterflies in her tummy going wild.
“There you go,” he said gruffly and looked up. Brown eyes darkened; around the two of them, the air thickened.
She held her breath. If she moved an inch, she knew, she’d unleash something potent and exciting. Question was, was she ready for potent and exciting?
He stepped back; the moment passed. “Broom?” he asked.
She pointed towards another cupboard, looking away quickly. He did have swoon-worthy muscled shoulders and a killer backside, but she really didn’t have to actually swoon about it.
For the first time, she looked at the glass on the floor. She swept her gaze up to the window and inhaled sharply. “The window is broken...” she whispered.
Blake didn’t answer immediately but swiped all the pieces together.
“Blake? What happened to the window?”
He pointed towards a piece of rock sitting on the kitchen counter she hadn’t noticed before. “This was thrown through the window.”
She could literally feel the blood leaving her face. “Mark,” she whispered. “It has to be him. So he managed to get close to me...”
Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of a vehicle stopping right outside froze the words in her throat. It couldn’t be Mark? Could it?
Blake didn’t look at her but moved towards the door. “It’s the police. Go up to your room. I’ll deal with them.”
