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too.” Colton looked grim. “Somehow we’re going to have to convince her to let Louis drive her wherever she needs to go.”
    Dane shook his head. “Doubt it’s going to be easy getting her to agree.”
    Colton blew out his breath. “That is one stubborn woman.”
    The elevator dinged and Dane stepped into the empty car, Colton following.
    “She sure as hell is.” Dane pressed the button for the ground floor. “But there are two of us and one of her.”
    The corner of Colton’s lips quirked into a smile. “Something tells me that taming that woman is going to be an adventure.”
    Dane grinned. “It sure as hell is.”
    * * * * *
    Drew’s thoughts pinged from the horror of last night’s attack to the safety she’d felt in Dane’s and Colton’s arms. Now that they were gone, panic threatened to rise in her throat. She’d made sure the bolt lock was engaged and had set the alarm, but she still didn’t feel as safe alone. She’d felt more than safe with the two men.
    Anger prickled her skin when she thought of the mugger. He’d violated her with his attack, taking away something precious. Now she was scared and she didn’t like the feeling, didn’t like it at all. She’d always been so damned independent and then one person had shattered what ultimately were illusions.
    She stomped to her bedroom, her gaze falling on the door to Megan’s bedroom. Sometime while the men had been here for the security system Megan must have told them which bedroom was hers, because Drew sure hadn’t.
    The treadmill was calling her name. Anytime she was frustrated or angry, she took it out in exercise, invariably feeling better than she had before she stepped onto it.
    After she changed into workout clothes and grabbed a hand towel, she strode into the living room and turned on the TV. Good Morning America was still on and she climbed on the treadmill and flopped the towel on the side rail. She started out slowly to warm up. Anger started to burn through her as she thought of the sonofabitch who’d attacked her. Soon she was too mad to feel much pain. She changed the settings to a higher incline than normal, and once she got going she upped the speed, too.
    The speed kept her going at a run, the incline making her heart work harder. A segment about breast cancer awareness on GMA was followed by a street performance of an up-and-coming country singer.
    Drew tried to concentrate on the program, but flashes of the mugger kept going through her mind. Her cheek throbbed from the cut and her face ached where he’d backhanded her. Now that Dane and Colton were gone, the pain seemed worse, as did the memories of the event. The men had kept her mind off of the pain and had eased her fears after the mugging.
    She gritted her teeth and upped the speed again, her heart pounding with exertion, sweat rolling down the sides of her face. Her cheek burned as if the exertion was causing the wound to hurt.
    Maybe she shouldn’t be exercising with the wounds she had, but she felt better, whatever the case.
    The fact that she’d been stupid enough to refuse to hand over her purse kept replaying in her head. What had she been thinking? Desperation to have the money to pay her rent had kept her from thinking clearly. She could have lost her life, and what good would rent money have done then? Being homeless was a better alternative than being dead. She hated how shaken up she still felt, but she supposed that was a normal reaction after facing the fact that she could have died.
    She was more than grateful to Dane and Colton, even though she hadn’t liked the idea of being followed by anyone. But if they hadn’t done it, things would have turned out badly for her.
    After a hard run, Drew put the treadmill in cool down mode and wiped away sweat from her face and neck with the towel. Her wounds burned from the salt in the sweat.
    She had stayed on the treadmill for over an hour. GMA had ended and the local morning show, Good Day NY, was on