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faint blue path of a vein from the inner
curve of her breast to her collar bone.
    “It makes me look like an albino.”
    David shifted beneath her, abrading the over-sensitive flesh
between her thighs. She sucked in a quick breath and lifted to kneel above him
while reaching for her corset. Her body instantly missed his occupation but she
ignored the twinge of longing. Outside, the sun had faded to nothing, leaving
behind a slowly darkening sky.
    “I need to get moving,” she said. “I wanted to be home
before dark.”
    Frowning, he tugged the corset from her grasp and tossed it
aside. “You’re still afraid.”
    “While nice in theory, in reality, my plan to dress from my
dominatrix bitch underwear drawer and fake it through the day didn’t really
make things any better.” She flashed a smile down at him and crossed her arms
over her breasts. “I do like the view of you from on top though.”
    “Police should have forensics reports by Monday.” He sat
with her and offered his t-shirt. “Wear this. I’ve got something else in the
car.”
    “I don’t think they’re going to find anything. I guess my
best hope is the asshole does something again and makes a mistake of some
kind.” While he dealt with the condom, she pulled his shirt over her head and
tried not to moan her appreciation of soft cotton and his scent.
    David’s knowing grin told her she failed at total silence.
“Keep it. I have a spare in the car. Is the bathroom locked?”
    “Yeah, but you have my keys.” She climbed to her feet,
wobbly on the four-inch heels after a day of standing in them followed by a
powerful orgasm. Too bad David didn’t keep ballet flats in his car along with
spare t-shirts.
    While he cleaned up, she tidied the store front and sprayed
each sofa with a good layer of Febreeze. Just in case. She might be the boss,
but being in charge didn’t mean nobody raised eyebrows at professional—or
unprofessional—behavior. When she turned to close the Venetian blinds in the
front window, her heart jumped into her throat and she choked on her own
breath.
    The empty parking lot wasn’t empty.
    A man, his features indistinct in the gloom, turned away
from the hood of her car and looked directly at her.
    “David?” She jerked away from the window and plastered
herself to a tall sectional filled with unbleached wool ready to be dyed.
    In the bathroom at the back of the store, the toilet
flushed. David hadn’t heard her. Sliding along the bank of display shelves, she
positioned herself to see out the window without being seen.
    He wasn’t beside her car anymore. A gray blur of limbs
half-ran across the field between her shopping strip and the community center
across the way. Empty tennis courts stood in his path. As he hit the courts,
the outdoor lights flared bright, finally activated by their timer. She lost
him in the seconds she spent blinking to readjust her vision.
    “Dinner,” David said, stepping out of the bathroom. “Will
you say yes this—what happened?”
    Jovanna swallowed hard and snapped the blinds into place.
“He was outside. Maybe the whole time we were….”
    She trailed off, unable to stomach the thought. “He ran. I
couldn’t get any details because the damn timers on the parking lot lights aren’t
reliable.”
    “Ran which way?” David swiftly crossed the showroom floor to
stare through the door.
    “Toward the community center.” Raking her hands through her
hair, she paced away from the window and dug her phone from her purse. Paul
answered on the second ring.
    “You can talk to my lawyer,” her ex-husband said by way of a
greeting.
    “Wait. Don’t hang up.” Jovanna closed her eyes and blew out
a breath, trying to drive the tremor from her voice. “Did you send someone
after me?”
    “The police already contacted me and I’ll tell you the same
thing I told them. You don’t mean enough to me to hunt you on the other side of
the country. Lawyer, Jo. If you need anything else, you know