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habit that caused him to revisit all the familiar places.
    Yes, he does know what I like.
    She made a little noise in her throat, something between a whimper and a moan. He pulled away, looking down at her with the face that caused major problems to her ability to say no. Then his lips were on hers again and his hand was under her shirt. The warm fingers teasing her breast sent a serious mayday to her brain. Must stop, it said. But her mutinous body was jumping ship.
    The doorbell rang and Oz tore his lips away from hers.
    She took a breath. Saved by the bell . She felt strangely detached but turned on, as though she was viewing the scene from a distance.
    Oz went to the door holding his sidearm. Micki focused as he looked out the peephole and then holstered the gun.
    He opened the door, paid the delivery man and received a large paper bag with handles. Bringing it to the coffee table, he spread the contents in front of her.
    “Let’s eat.”
    She smiled at him and accepted a plate with a variety of her favorite Chinese entrees. “Thanks Oz. You do know what I like.” And how .
    They ate with chopsticks and she was surprised at how much Kung Pao Shrimp she was able to put away. When she set her plate on the coffee table, Oz cleared it off and stored the leftovers. He returned and sat facing her.
    “Tell me what happened when you went to your apartment. Was the door locked? Did you see the intruder immediately or was he hiding?”
    Her head felt clearer and she was able to focus on the event that led to her being held prisoner in Oz’ apartment. She related everything she could remember and gave him a description of the man who’d hit her.
    “Tomorrow, I’ll take you over to your place and you can check on your valuables. Make a list and we’ll see if anything turns up at pawn shops.”
    Micki gave him a rueful smile. “I don’t have any valuables other than my cameras. I don’t have much jewelry and the things I think are valuable are only sentimental trifles.”
    “Do you have insurance to cover your losses?”
    “I have renters insurance. I listed my equipment and electronics, but the pictures on that memory card are priceless.”
    “Why would this guy want your pictures?”
    “I can’t imagine. The memory card stored three hundred shots. It was filled with weddings, the last being the one I photographed last week and the formal bridal portraits I took yesterday in the park. Why would anyone want those other than the family?”
    “Don’t know. He thinks he destroyed your computer but the lab techs are trying to restore your data.”
    “I back-up my files.” Her brow furrowed. “I hope they’re intact.”
    “Okay, that’s enough. You look tired. Tomorrow I’ll take you to your apartment. You can look around and see what’s missing.”
    “He stole the camera I just rented.”
    “Where are the cameras I got from the lab?”
    “I took them to a camera repair shop to be professionally cleaned. A tiny spec of dust can ruin an entire shoot. Gus rented me a Konica to use until I get mine back. That was what the pony tail guy grabbed when I walked into my place. I have a wedding lined up for this Saturday afternoon at St. Basil’s.”
    “Calm down.” Oz stroked his palm over her cheek. “Tomorrow. We’ll look into everything tomorrow.”
    “I must really look like crap for you to be so nice to me.” Gingerly, she put her fingers to her eye and winced as the pain registered.
    Oz brushed her hair back from her face. “I’ve seen you look better.” He gave her a little smile.
    “Very tactful, Oz.” She grinned at him. “So, what did you have in mind? Am I going to sleep here?” She indicated the sofa.
    “No, I’ll sleep here. You can have the bed.”
    “I’m smaller. You need more room.”
    He threw his hands up and made a noise in the back of his throat. “Is there anything you won’t argue about?” He went to his bedroom, returning with a pillow and sheet.
    “I’d like to take a