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to mind and nodded her head.
    “Someone is after you. He shot at you and he punched you in the face. He ransacked your place and destroyed your property. He took your camera bag. I will not let him get to you again. Got that?”
    The significance of his words caused a shiver to run down her spine. She nodded again, feeling like a king-sized bobble head. “But...” She started to protest but he laid a finger on her lips to silence her.
    “You’re going to stay with me, because I’m the meanest son-of-a bitch around and I’ll take care of you. I know you don’t want to be taken care of, especially by me, but that’s the way it’s going to be.”
    She swallowed the tangle of razor wire at the back of her throat.
    Oz held her gaze. His face wore the ‘Take no prisoners’ expression.
    She nodded silently and moistened her dry lips.
    Oz seized upon her gesture. He gazed at her mouth hungrily before expelling a long breath and getting out of the car. He slammed his door a lot harder than necessary.
    Where did he get off ordering her around like a child? She lolled against the headrest as Oz rounded the car and wrenched her door open.
    Micki was vaguely aware that the drugs she’d been given were influencing her compliance as she allowed Oz to draw her from the vehicle and tuck her under his arm.
    Being smushed against him wasn’t so bad. Her face hurt, her legs were leaden, her head pounded and she was emotionally drained from her trauma-inducing adventures. Yet, it wasn’t so bad having Oz put his arm around her.
    She stumbled against him and he swept her up into his arms. Her whole body stiffened for a nanosecond. She had to protest. He was taking too much for granted. She should stop him right here and now.
    She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. It felt so good to be held, to be borne like a child, like when her daddy had carried her up to her bed. She was excruciatingly tired. A little sleep would be good.
    Oz carried her up to his apartment and deposited her on the sofa. “Relax. I’ll make dinner.”
    “You learned to cook?”
    The grin he gave her could melt a bronze statue. “I can cook some things. I can make eggs and burn a steak. Let me see what’s in the refrigerator.” He opened the door and peered inside. “It looks like we’ll be ordering in. What do you want?”
    She managed a grin in return. “Anything. I’m not particular.”
    “Oh, yes you are,” he said. “But I know what you like.” He took a menu out of a drawer and ordered from a Chinese deli in the next block.
    Leaning back on the sofa, she closed her eyes. She couldn’t remember breakfast and had been drugged through lunchtime, so she looked forward to the possibility of food.
    “I’m going to change out of uniform and then we can talk.”
    Talk? That sounded ominous. What did he want to talk about? They were alone in Oz’ apartment and he was getting comfortable. She closed her eyes again, still sleepy from the medication.
    When she felt his weight sink down on the sofa beside her, she opened her eyes. Oz had changed to a faded pair of blue jeans and a navy tee. He stretched his arm across the backrest behind her head, not touching, but still giving the impression of surrounding her.
    Micki drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. It might have been the effect of the drugs, but she felt drowsy and comfortable. She leaned into the curve of his body and felt him momentarily tense as her head nestled against his shoulder.
    She felt the tension leave his body as he brushed her hair away from her forehead.
    “Aw, Micki...”
    Oz was leaning toward her and his lips were so close. Her lips parted and he kissed her. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, a tentative invader, then entered more confidently, inviting hers to dance. He pulled her closer and his hands grazed the side of her breast, sending a signal to her brain that Oz was touching her and it should moisten certain parts of her anatomy. It was probably just