two days. But did he want to get drawn back into this?
“We figure things out together. Isn’t that what you said to me?”
He heard her when she talked to him. Reassured, she nodded. “I went through the pictures of me in the hospital on the flash drive that my dad gave me.”
The amber chips in his light brown eyes hardened. “You found something.”
Worry snaked down her spine. What would he do? Sloane was extremely protective. “Yeah. In one of the pictures, I was in the hospital bed looking at the door. A man stood there.” Her hands grew clammy, and she wiped them on the sheet. “I recognized him. He was the man who said, ‘Consequences, Dr. Burke,’ when I was attacked.”
The muscles hardened in his chest and the arm around her shoulders. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“Your mom came in just as I found it. I got distracted.” A shattered heart was distracting as hell. She didn’t want to get into the part that while she’d been waiting and hoping Sloane would come to talk to her, she’d kept herself busy by sending Marshall the picture to ask David about.
He took a deep breath. “Put Marshall on speaker.”
Kat switched the phone over. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes. I showed Amelia the picture.”
“Amelia.” Sloane rubbed his fingers on her bare arm. “That’s the friend you used to work with at SiriX?”
He remembered. That had been their first plus-one event together and pretty much a colossal disaster. “Yes. We both worked on David’s team, and she still does.” Excitement and anxiety knotted in her stomach. To Marshall, she asked, “Did she recognize him? Know who he is?”
“She doesn’t know who he is, but she’s seen him.”
Kat rubbed her thumb over the top of her foot as desperate hope welled inside her. Was she finally going to get answers? “With David?”
“It’s been six years, but she’s pretty sure she saw David and this guy arguing in the hospital parking lot. She remembered it being the morning after the attack because she was on her way into the hospital to see you. The timing fits. In the picture your leg was still in traction. You didn’t have surgery until the following morning.”
Relief flowed through her. “I saw him arguing with David too. It was a week or two before the mugging or attack or whatever the hell it was.” What really happened that night?
“I’m working on finding out more,” Marshall added. “I told you so you’re aware and careful. Stay away from David.”
She rolled her eyes. “Hello? That’s been my goal for five years. I’m not the one who has him as the best man in my wedding.”
“You were engaged to him, girl-in-a-glass-house.”
“Nah, that was the old Katie.”
“Yeah? What is this new Katie going to do?”
“Kick his ass and make him tell the truth. Talk to you later.” She hung up before he repeated his lecture on staying away from David. That was her plan, but David had a way of showing up and tripping her panic.
Not happening again.
Chapter Four
Sloane poured some freshly brewed coffee and strolled back into Kat’s bakery kitchen. Sugar Dancer didn’t open for another hour. Kat had her iPod playing, her ass swaying in those tight jeans while she rolled out and cut dough.
She was so damned hot his cock engorged, but Sloane ignored it. Kat was working. Instead he placed her coffee within reach and settled in front of his laptop at the end of her worktable.
Once Kat slid the pastries in the oven, he said softly, “Get the flash drive and come here.”
She washed her hands and got the stick from the small desk tucked up against the wall. “The picture is rough.”
“You said that last night.” She hadn’t wanted to show him then. He tugged her between his legs and studied her eyes. Stroking his thumbs over her hipbones, he tried to understand her hesitation. “The only time I lose control of myself is when I have you alone and naked.”
Her eyes churned. “I