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rational again. Why did she say that? When did she become so insecure? Like she gives a shit what he thinks of her. But deep down in a dark place a candle had been lit, and she did care. Now what? “I'm hungry."
    "You wanna eat in bed or in the kitchen?” He breathed a heavy exhale. Joshua's shoulder had been healed for a long time, but when it rains, like it did this morning, it hurt. But he knew it was nowhere near the level of hurt Evelyn felt, inside or out apparently. So he would carry her around all weekend if necessary. Luckily she broke in on a Friday.
    "Kitchen if possible, I can't stand being in bed for too long.” Evelyn had to keep going, keep moving, stay focused. If she stopped too long to focus on herself, she would have to face herself. There were no plans in her immediate future to do that.
    But in the kitchen, she could focus on Joshua. His thick black hair and stunning green eyes, the way his chest felt in her hands, the soft black hair that lightly covered him, tickling her fingertips and curling her toes. Yes, this she could focus on.
    Joshua sighed and turned. At the bedside he picked her up and carried her down the hall, and down the stairs. When they passed the kitchen, she thought he might set her out the door in his underwear, but then realized he was heading for the recliner.
    "Hang on. Let me put these under there,” he said reaching for some throw pillows and put them on the footrest as Evelyn reclined back.
    Joshua stood and looked down at her. The ice had reduced a lot of the swelling, but it was still pretty bad. Any damage at all was bad. “You need fresh ice for that eye. Your lip has gone down a lot."
    "I know I look like hell, but I have looked worse.” Evelyn wanted him to think she was okay. She was okay, a little banged up but nothing broken, no worse for the wear. Her cheek had scrapped his as he maneuvered the stairs. The rough whiskers jolted her breasts to attention and at the same time turned up the heat inside her.
    "When?” Joshua held her gaze with his own. Maybe she was a boxer? But she seemed too small for that, and boxing wasn't secret.
    "You know, before.” Evelyn could feel the heat from those eyes burning into her, warming her to the core, but she knew with her eye black and her lip busted, he wasn't looking at her the same. Maybe when she healed he would. Hell, it had been a while since she watched a man squirm. Maybe she needed a little release. On her terms it always worked out fine.
    "No, I don't know. We just met this morning, remember? You broke in. You wanted to shoot me.” Joshua could bring that up over and over, and it still sounded surreal to his own ears.
    "I did not break in. The door was unlocked. And I didn't want to shoot you. I thought you had hurt Grace.” Evelyn suddenly felt the need to get things a little more clear.
    "Why would I hurt Grace? Why would anyone?” Well besides Ethan's stalker but she was behind bars now and on to someone new. Thanks to him.
    "No one would. I just saw a man here and that threw me okay.” Evelyn shrugged and wished she hadn't. It hurt, and that made her grimace. Of course then she scrunched her eyebrows and that hurt, too. “The way she described Mitchell, he sounded like a little weasel."
    "He is. But he's long gone now. Huge scandal, the Patterson's moved to Florida after it all.” Joshua wanted to know how much she knew about Grace, how long, that could narrow her age down. He had already put in a few calls to find out who Evelyn Blade was. He should know by nightfall, but that wasn't soon enough. “How long have you known Gracie?"
    "Gracie, you call her that, too? Huh, a lot sure has changed in the past few years.” Evelyn wanted to know about the scandal, wanted to know about Grace. Who this guy was she's married to, check him out, see if he makes the cut. Run some background checks to be certain he would never hurt her.
    "She wanted to come down from New York today, but I told her to wait.” Joshua