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kids would have a place to sit and TV to watch. Now someone who only wanted a place to party had violated her sense of trust.
    â€œSometimes life is just not fair—” Emotion flooded her and she caught the corner of her top lip between her teeth to keep from giving in to it.
    Marlon pulled her into his arms. “Don’t go to the bad place.”
    â€œI don’t have to go. It broke in and made itself at home.”
    His big palm rubbed up and down her back and the heat of his body warmed hers. She hadn’t even realized how cold she was.
    â€œDon’t let it get to you. We’ll talk to the cops and see if there’s anything they can do. Look on the bright side.”
    â€œIs there one?” She forced herself to step away from him. “No, wait, this is where you say things could have been worse.”
    â€œIt’s true.”
    â€œYeah? How?”
    â€œThere wasn’t anything here to take. And they brought their own beer and snacks,” he added.
    She fought a smile and felt better for it. God help her, she was glad he’d been here. She wasn’t used to anyone looking out for her. Leaning on him was different. And not totally bad. This was a side to Marlon that she’d never seen before. Kind of heroic, which was out of character. She remembered him being a scoundrel and everything she’d seen and heard had supported that impression.
    â€œLet’s not wallow,” he suggested.
    â€œNot even for a couple minutes?”
    He shook his head. “Action is what you need. I’ll sweepup the glass. Do you have a measuring tape?” When she nodded, he said, “You measure for a new window. Then we’ll go to the hardware store. It’ll be good as new.”
    It was impossible not to perk up the way he was snapping out orders. She wondered what he was like to work for.
    Haley handed him the broom. “So, do your employees cower in fear when they see you coming?”
    â€œNo. I’m the world’s best boss.”
    â€œHow do you figure?”
    â€œI’m not in the office all that much.”
    â€œWhere do you go?” she asked.
    â€œThe better question is where don’t I go.” He pulled the trash can over, then squatted down and picked up the biggest pieces of glass.
    â€œOkay. I’ll bite. Where don’t you go?” she asked.
    â€œFiji. Polynesia. Tahiti.” He looked up and grinned. “Seriously.”
    â€œI’ve been all over the U.S. San Francisco. Seattle. New York. Washington, D.C.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œI’m a salesman. It’s my job to meet with business people and convince them that the MC/TC brand will fly out of their stores.”
    â€œI bet you could probably sell beachfront property in Las Vegas,” she said.
    â€œIt wouldn’t be easy.” He looked up and grinned. “But challenge is my middle name.”
    â€œHave you been to Las Vegas?”
    â€œQuite a few times. They say New York is the city that never sleeps, but Vegas is the real deal. Very exciting. A buffet for the senses.”
    â€œHow so?”
    He stood and leaned on the broom. “The first thing you notice are the lights. The Strip is all neon and turns nightinto day. Then you go inside and there are more lights, this time with the sound. Dings, bells, sirens. Any kind of food you can imagine is there. In fact, any decadence you’re looking for you can find.”
    â€œWow.” She couldn’t help wondering how many decadences he’d had. “Where else have you been?”
    â€œThe beach. Caribbean beaches are spectacular, but Malibu, Santa Barbara, Santa Monica—there’s an excitement to the California coast.”
    â€œI’ve never seen the ocean,” she admitted.
    He met her gaze and his expression was perilously close to pity. “No?”
    She shook her head, then busied herself pulling out the jagged glass remaining in the top of