Should she trust her martial arts classes? In her baby-doll nightie? Now her heart pounded, adrenaline pumping as she heard someone moving around her kitchen. How his warm, friendly voice tickled her ear, how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how nice his butt looked in those tight jeans. She’d been staring at the dark ceiling for the last hour, absorbed in thoughts of Liam. When hinges of the kitchen door squeaked, she sat up straight. This was a safe neighborhood, never any break-ins. At first Kim rolled over in bed, not paying attention. He needed to warn her, protect her, hold her, taste her…Ī muffled tinkle of broken glass trickled from the kitchen downstairs.
To him, the red dot was a target, an announcement of her vulnerability. He thought of the red dot on the computer map that indicated Kim’s house.
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