had been out
making the biggest mistake of her life.
After last night's...adventures, it felt good to be
enclosed within her own four walls again. The posh penthouse party with its
thousands of square feet and jaw-dropping view of the city had made her feel
outside her own skin. But with a couple more hours of sleep in her own bed,
she'd be back to her old self again. She started toward the bathroom to wash
her face when she heard a hush of sound. Her shower. There was someone using
the shower in her bathroom.
Suddenly frantic, she spun toward the kitchen and grabbed
one of the knives from the butcher block. It glinted wickedly in the morning
sunlight as she gripped the handle. But it didn't give her much confidence in
the outcome of her burglar came at her with a gun.
Shit!
For the first time ever she suddenly wished she had a
land line. But wishes couldn't help her now. She gripped the knife tighter and
crept toward the bathroom, her palms damp, the pulse knocking wildly in her
throat.
Don't be stupid, Cormick. If that's a burglar with a
gun, what the hell are you going to do with that little knife but piss him off?
She stopped her advance, torn about what to do. Just
then, the shower stopped. She heard the sound of the shower curtain being
pulled back, then, incredibly, someone humming.
Humming?
She swung to look at the front door. Maybe she should
just leave. Run like hell to a neighbor's and call the cops. But it was too
late. Moments later, she heard heavy footsteps move across the bathroom floor.
The door swung open, exhaling a cloud of steam, the smell of her soap and her
shampoo. Then a man stood in the middle of her apartment, looking from her face
to the knife with amusement. His shaggy black hair was wet from the shower and
dripping onto the shoulders of an old t-shirt hanging from his lean frame.
Ratty jeans sagged on him, the cuffs dragging along the floor as he walked. He
ambled past Sasha to grab an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen
counter. He bit into the fruit, squirting juice everywhere.
"Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy
to see me?"
She stared at the man in shock, unable to believe her
eyes. "James?"
"Hello, sister."
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