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We'll see you at five o'clock."
      Before Kayley even had time to register what
Nathan had said, he was leading her towards a limousine. A driver held the door
open for them.
      "What's the address?" Nathan asked
sliding into the seat beside her.
      Fumbling a bit, she pulled out the piece of
paper she had written it on, and handed it to him. Nathan rattled of the
address to their driver, and to Kayley ´ s surprise, rolled up a screen between them and the driver with a
push of a button.
    She looked a little
overwhelmed, Nathan thought. But that was only going to get worse, as he
intended to whisk her off her feet. "Do you want something to drink? Water
maybe?"
      "No, thank you." She was too busy
trying to comprehend how much her life had changed.
    She had just flown to San
Francisco in a helicopter, and was now driving through it in a limousine. It
was a world away from how she had grown up, always wondering where her next
meal was coming from.
      "What are you thinking?"
    Surprised out of her own
thoughts, she looked at him. "I was thinking about how life changes. I've
never flown in a helicopter before, and I've never ridden in a limousine
before, either."
      "And now you've done both in one
day," Nathan said.
      "Yes, I have." She smiled at him,
glad that he understood. Then she remembered something. "You said to Troy,
we'd see him at five o'clock."
      "Yes, that's right."
      "What are we going to do until
then?"
      "You were going to show me Fisherman's
wharf."
      "That is hardly going to take that
long."
      "We'll think of something."
    Her eyes narrowed as she
watched him. There was something he wasn't telling her, she was sure of it. And
that charming smile he sent her wasn't fooling anyone, she thought.
      The limousine pulled up in front of the
storage units, and moments later the chauffeur opened the door. The air smelled
of warm metal and something undefinable, she thought stepping out. A ways down,
someone else were offloading boxes from the back of his truck.
      "You had number twenty-one, right?"
Nathan asked.
      "Yes, it's that one." She gestured
and pulling out the key, she quickly unlocked the door.
    Nathan frowned. "You
stored your paintings here? A child could pick these locks. What would you have
done if they were stolen?"  
      "They weren't stolen. And besides, I
hardly think my paintings are the target of the worlds criminals." His tone had her back up
instantly.
      "No, they wouldn't have planned to steal
your paintings, but I'm sure it would have made their day. These paintings
would have been worth much more than the small time thieves that steal from
this kind of place is used to."
      She could see he was angry. And that only put
her back up even more. She stalked into the back of the unit and grabbed a
large box. "They weren't stolen, so this discussion is ridiculous. And if
they had been it wouldn't have anything to do with you."
      He moved so quickly, her mind barely had time
to register the blur of movement. Then the box was ripped out of her hands, and
she was lifted off her feet, pressed back against the cold metal wall. His
mouth was on hers, hard and demanding, spinning her world out of control.
Unable to stop herself, she yielded to him. He ravaged her so completely, so
skillfully, that she felt her insides simply turn to liquid. She lost sense of
everything but him. Sensing it as she melted against him, he gentled the kiss.
And ran his hands caressing over her, before he remembered where they were. He
pulled back a little and just looked at her. She was watching him with
depthless stunned eyes. Gently he stroked his thumb over her cheekbone.
      "We'd better get those boxes," he
murmured.
    She could barely catch her
breath, but she managed a weak, "Yes." Unable to move, Kayley just
remained where she was, as he lifted the box she had taken, and carried it out.
    The man was dangerous.
Sweet and charming one minute, then furious and passionate the next. She had no
clue