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  “Let me guess,” Emily said, dropping her purse and crouching to pet the cat. “You’re hungry.”

  Q-Tip bit her ankle.

  Emily hissed out a breath and stood up. “I’m changing your name to Satan.” She headed toward the kitchen to feed them both.

  “Meow,” Q-Tip said, and ran between Emily’s legs, nearly killing them both.

  After feeding the cat, Emily studied the sad contents of the fridge in order to feed herself. Nothing called to her, so she grabbed her purse, and headed back outside.

  A quick drive-through would have to do, which she wished she would’ve thought of before getting all the way home—

  She stopped, startled by a sudden flash of light that came around the side of her house.

  Flight or fight? Flight. Always flight.

  Slightly closer to the house than her car, she ran back up the walk while fumbling with her keys at the same time. “Come on, come on,” she whispered on the porch, and finally got the key into the lock, shoving open the front door. Shutting it hard behind her, she hit the lock.

  And then the dead bolt.

  “Meow.”

  “Shh.” Emily rush to the living room window. Still in the dark, she peered out.

  Nothing.

  “Meow.”

  “I already fed you,” she whispered, staring out the window.

  Q-Tip rubbed her face against the ankle she’d bitten only a few moments before. Happily fed, she was feeling friendly now. Emily appreciated that but she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the light. She could see it again, farther away, maybe twenty-five yards. But it was on the other side of her house now, like maybe whoever held the flashlight had seen her coming and retreated behind the house, and then come out on the other side.

  Why?

  Then she heard the distant rumble of a truck engine starting, and headlights appeared, crawling down the street toward her, and she sucked in a breath. When the truck pulled into her driveway, she held that breath and shoved her hand into her pocket, finding the familiar and comforting weight of her phone. Should she call the police? She didn’t recognize the truck, and was so frazzled she couldn’t have said if it was one she’d just seen in her neighbor’s driveway.

  It idled in her driveway for the longest ten seconds of her life before slowly pulling back out and driving off.

  And then nothing.

  At her feet, Q-Tip pulled out the last trick in her arsenal. She began to purr, gazing up at Emily innocently.

  In the still of the night, with the only sounds now the rumbly purring and Emily’s own escalated breathing, her cell phone rang, startling her into near cardiac arrest. She answered while still staring out the window into the dark night. “Hello” she whispered.

  “Hey,” Wyatt said. “About tomorrow’s schedule—I’m on surgery detail, so we’re going to start half an hour earlier—” He paused. “You okay? You’re breathing like you’ve been running.”

  “Yeah, I’m okay. Gotta question for you, what do you know about the local police response time?”

  “Where are you?” he immediately asked.

  “At home. I—” She heard the ding-ding-ding of a vehicle door opening, and blinked. “What are you doing?”

  “Heading your way,” he said.

  “No, don’t. I’m fine.” She moved into the kitchen, with Q-Tip following right on her heels. Emily passed by her bowl and Q-Tip stared at her balefully. “I’m just wondering,” Emily said into the phone. “Being out here in the boondocks and all, how 911 works.”

  “The same as in L.A.,” he said. “Fast and accurately. Emily, what’s going on?”

  It was his no-fucking-around voice, the one that both animals and people never failed to respond to. It would have taken a stronger woman than she to disobey his unsaid command to Speak, now. “When I went out to my car,” she said, “I saw a glimpse of a beam of light, like from a flashlight, on the side of the house. Except there’s nothing back there. I mean, our yard isn’t fenced in, so really, I guess it could be anyone out for a walk, but—”

  “But who walks after dark in someone else’s yard,” he finished. “You inside with the door locked?”

  “Yes. I ran in here, and when I looked out the window, the light had switched to the other side of the house. Only I didn’t pass anyone, so they had to have changed directions to come out the other way. I can’t think of why a casual walker would do that. It’s probably nothing . . .”

  “Doesn’t feel like nothing,” he said.

  “No. And then there was a truck. It pulled into our driveway, sat for a minute, and left.”

  “Doesn’t sound like someone just out for an evening stroll.”

  “No. But they’re gone.” She pressed her forehead to the window. “I’m fine now.”

  “So you don’t want company.”

  The house was dark and warm. Sara was gone for the night. If Wyatt came over, it wouldn’t be to guard her body. It would be to worship her body, and no one did that better than him. Even the thought made her weak. “No,” she said. “I don’t need company.”

  Q-Tip, who’d given up on getting more food and was back to staring at Emily, seemed to smirk.

  Emily rolled her eyes at the cat.

  “Need and want are two different things,” Wyatt said.

  “In this case, there’s neither,” she said.

  “Liar. Double check your locks, Emily.”

  “I will,” she promised, and disconnected. And then she did just that, checked the locks and shut all the shades while she was at it.

  And then she turned on every light in the place.

  Next up was a very hot, very long shower, and when she got out she put on her Mickey Mouse pj’s. She’d lost her appetite, so dinner was off the table.

  “Meow.”

  She scooped Q-Tip up and gave her a nuzzle, which the cat allowed for exactly five seconds before demanding to be set back down.

  The knock on the front door nearly had Emily’s heart leaping right out of her ribcage. Q-Tip hissed and took off, disappearing down the hall just as a text came through.

  It’s me.

  Wyatt. Oh God. Her heart knocked against her ribs again, for a very different reason now.

  Let me in.

  She stared down at herself, winced, and then thumbed her response: You sound like the Big Bad Wolf.

  His response was immediate: Yes. Let me in and I’ll show you what pretty eyes and teeth I have.

  She laughed in spite of herself and opened the front door. Wyatt’s arms were up, braced on the threshold above, eyes dark and serious. “Are we going to be stupid?” she whispered.

  “Define stupid.”

  “Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts.” Or their hearts . . .

  “I’m going to want to hear about your favorite body part,” he said. “In great detail.”

  She felt herself flush. “I’m wearing my birth control pj’s.” Which was a relief. They’d keep her from doing anything stupid.

  He took in her Mickey Mouse pj’s, and exaggeratedly waggled a brow.

  She laughed. “You can’t possibly find this look attractive.”

  His expression said he found everything she wore attractive, and especially everything she didn’t wear, and little tendrils of heat slid through her belly.

  And lower.

  Wyatt followed her inside, turning to shut, lock, and bolt the door. Then he moved to her living room window, nudging aside the shades to look out into the night. “Is this where you saw the truck pull into your driveway?”

  “Yes.”

  “He see you watching him?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I had the lights off.”

  Wyatt stayed like that for another moment then turned to her. “Nothing since?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Where’s your sister?”

  “Boxing lessons,” she said.

  “With AJ?”

  “Yes. How di