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    A couple of years back she had done a story on bodyguards. She’d actually gone to dinner with one of her interviewees. A frown tugged at her brow. Dinner and a rather forgettable twist in the sheets. He might have been the best in personal protection, but his performance in bed had been seriously lacking. Or maybe it had been her. Whatever.
    Somewhere she still had his number... maybe in contacts list on her cell phone.
    She lugged her purse from the floor and plopped it on the damaged sofa next to her. Finding her cell phone inside the huge bag was always a chore. Most of the time she kept it in her pocket but after the police arrived she had dropped it in her purse and hung onto the disorganized bag as if she might need a life preserver in the deluge.
    Would this rain never stop?
    Pepper spray. Sunglasses – like she needed those with all of this incessant rain. Her fingers closed around a business card in the bottom of her bag. Frowning, she pulled it out and peered at the printed information. Security Specialist John Noble. Ten years experience. Bonded. References available upon request.
    Where the heck had she picked this up?
    She cringed. Oh crap. Probably at the bar the other night. It hadn’t exactly been a night to remember either, most of them weren’t.
    Just another evening like hundreds of others she’d wasted at a random bar with one too many cocktails – mostly to de-stress and to dispel the niggling theory that she was lonely. Not that she would ever admit it out loud. Not unless she suffered a mental breakdown anyway.
    It had been a really long time since she’d shared confined airspace outside the work setting with a man.
    She just wasn’t good at intimacy. Getting too close was difficult for her. Letting people see beyond the fearless reporter persona was well outside her comfort zone. Kept her from being a joiner. No clubs, no groups, no religion. None of that conformity stuff. She had the highest regard for those who needed to belong, it just wasn’t for her.
    “Whatever.” She tapped the card against her knee, trying to recall her last bar outing. Had she met this guy? She couldn’t put a face to the name, but his card looked far too pristine to have been in the bottom of her bag for long.
    Still... a bonded, experienced, security specialist was right here at her fingertips. First thing in the morning she would call John Noble.
    The proverbial little voice bugged her to reconsider that decision. She studied the business card again. Just make the call .
    Luck was for losers. Faith was for belongers. But instinct... that was the one thing Amelia believed in.
    She picked up her cell and entered the number. As she waited through the rings she kicked off her shoes and padded to the wall of windows that looked out over the quiet street.
    The bodyguard thing felt a little overboard. She wasn’t afraid. Not really.
    Her gaze searched the shadows beyond the circles of light beneath the lampposts. No man in a trench coat. No one at all. Who wanted to stroll in this weather?
    The call went to voicemail. She puffed out a tired breath and hung up without leaving a message.
    Maybe calling tonight hadn’t been such a bright idea after all. Just a gut reaction skewed by the vandalism. This, she surveyed the mess once more, was enough to throw off anyone’s instincts.
    “Tomorrow.” She righted the coffee table and braced the corner with the broken leg on the edge of the couch, dropping her cell phone on the mostly level surface.
    Closing her eyes, she sank into the big oversized sofa. Who cared if the fabric was shredded and the stuffing was ripped open? She might just sleep right here... after a couple more shots to settle her nerves.
    The catastrophe in her apartment suddenly seemed somehow symbolic of her entire history on this planet... well, except for work. Work was amazing. It was the one thing she lived for. The one place where she knew she made a difference.
    Her cell