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wanted a reaction to that, and he got one.
    "Why the fuck would she listen to you? I'm one of her oldest dearest friends. Why can't she come see me?” Evelyn's eyes searched him from head to toe.
    She wanted to be furious but kept getting distracted by his looks. He was smiling at her, shaking his head. He kept doing that, dismissing her like she wasn't a ruthless tyrant. When she knew damn good and well she could be.
    "Because I don't think she wants to explain to a two-year-old what happened to your face.” Joshua headed for the kitchen on that note. Maybe if he fed her she would calm down. Be less evil. This woman hated men, and with good reason from what he heard, but he was not the average man, and even the average man didn't deserve her wrath. But there was a man out there who did. And he intended to find out who he was, and deal with it.
    "The hell you say!” Evelyn was shocked. Grace was like her, damaged. Not as severe, but they both ... as soon as she started to think it she realized Grace never hated men. She did. And she helped her friend become less naïve. Then when her mother died, Grace went numb. Like Evelyn had been forever. God, it had been too long since she visited Grace.
    "Yes, he has a birthday coming up soon.” Joshua didn't know why, but hell, why not. If she wanted to act like a child, he'd treat her like a child. “If you're a good girl, maybe I'll take you to his party."
    Evelyn glared at him with a murderous look. If he hadn't hid her gun, it would have been summoned to her by sheer will. Who does he think he is? Obviously he doesn't know who he is talking to—a woman who could kill him in his sleep. Hell, a woman who could kill him right now.
    Evelyn pushed the recliner handle and sat up. Slowly, quietly. With both feet on the floor she stood. As soon as she stepped on the left foot, it almost collapsed sending her into a half jumping start. Pushing past the pain, she headed to the kitchen. She would set Joshua—whatever the hell his last name was—straight, right now.
    Joshua had pulled two skillets and set them on the stove. That's probably why he didn't hear her until she was in the kitchen. At least that's what he told himself. He turned to face her.
    "Where is my piece?” Evelyn stood with her hands on her hips at the counter. She wanted to reach for it, to support her weight, but she'd be damned if he would see her weak right now.
    "Safe.” Joshua turned back to the task at hand. “You want pancakes, eggs and bacon, what?"
    "I don't think you understand me.” Evelyn's voice went low. She wanted it to sound serious, but he bent over in the refrigerator, and instead it sounded lustful. Shit. Don't look at his ass.
    "You can say that again.” Joshua felt the heat from that tone. He was sure he didn't understand her. He knew she was mad. He had riled her by the comment, but that voice was low and sensual, not angry. It sent a thought straight to his cock, and he needed to block that immediately.
    "I don't think you understand me.” Evelyn said it with anger this time, her eyes closed to avoid bodily distractions.
    He watched her close her eyes, and as soon as she did, he stepped close to her, silently in his bare feet. She thinks she's stealthy. I was one of the best.
    "Then tell me what you mean,” he whispered and his breath brushed past her ear.
    "Shit.” Evelyn pushed back off his chest hard almost falling backwards thanks to her ankle, and his massive arms caught her.
    "Son of a bitch!” When did she get sloppy?
    "Whoa there. I got you.” He wrestled with her arms knowing she had to be in pain. Finally he gave up and just picked her up. Joshua carried her back to the recliner and loomed over her as he pushed it back. She was laid out beneath him except his legs were off to one side. “You're hurt. Stop it."
    "Do not talk to me like I'm a child.” Evelyn was embarrassed. None of her training kicked in. For the first time since she was a child, she was overpowered by a