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helpfully.
    “That is simply ridiculous, ladies,” he said. “I can assure you the accident was entirely my fault. Why, I’m fortunate you’re allowing me to stay here at all!”
    Nikki stared at her watch. “How long has he been asleep?” she muttered. “What year is this?”
    A fine question. Cathy was having a terrible time not staring. Not drooling, to be perfectly blunt. If Shirtless Ken had been ridiculously good-looking, Polite Ken was mesmerizing. Those dark eyes…almost knowing in their intensity, their—
    “Really,” he was saying, “I can’t thank you enough.”
    “D’you want me to run over to your place, pick up some clothes or something?” Nikki offered.
    “I couldn’t put you to more trouble, Nikki.”
    Cathy cleared her throat. “Can I—would you—are you hungry?”
    “Starving,” he said softly, looking her straight in the eyes.
    “One, two, three, swoon,” Nikki said under her breath.
    “I’ll…I’ll bring you some soup.”
    “Perhaps I should get it,” Ken suggested. “I feel I’m imposing on you enough as it is.”
    “Don’t be a dumbass,” Nikki said. “You’re supposed to rest. We’ll be back in a second. Don’t so much as twitch out of that bed.”
    For a second, before she shut the door, Cathy thought she saw Ken blush. But that was ridiculous. The man threw epithets around like he was being paid for them.
    “Oh my God,” Nikki was rhapsodizing on the back stairs. She clutched her chest and wheezed like an asthmatic on the first day of spring. “Talk about turning over a new leaf! You should kill people more often!”
    “Maybe he feels bad. What kind of soup do you think he’d like?”
    “Maybe you have a helpless hunk in your bed and should stop babbling about soup. Those eyes! That hair! Ooh, the sexy unshaven look! God, he looks like an escapee from Studs and the Women Who Make Soup For Them.”
    “Tomato?”
    “Cathy, I swear to God…” Nikki slumped into the closest kitchen chair. “Did you see the way he looked at you? All earnest and yummy?”
    “Earnest and yummy?” she repeated, laughing in spite of herself. “Actually, I’m relieved. I thought he was going to be…ugly. Very ugly.” In fact, she had been dreading the confrontation. “It makes logical sense; he was unpleasant
before
I accidentally killed him.”
    “Ken couldn’t be ugly if you drew a mustache on him in black marker. Hell, red marker. I’m gonna go up and see if he needs a sponge bath.”
    “Nikki…”
    “I was only going to do his testicles,” she whined.
    “Nikki, make yourself useful.” Cathy tossed her friend a sponge. “And it’s not what you’re thinking. The dish soap is under the sink.”
    “Sure, while you tempt him with soup, you whore!”
    “That’s the plan,” she replied smugly.

Chapter 10
    “Really, Cathy, I can feed myself,” Ken teased. He gently took the spoon from her, and she nearly tipped the bowl over at the shock of his warm fingers on hers. “I feel terrible to be putting you to so much trouble. The least I can do is dribble soup down my own chin.”
    “It’s…it’s no trouble.”
    “Well, I know you must have a job to worry about.”
    “I took some time off.”
    “Now I feel even guiltier,” he said softly, but he smiled at her and she nearly drooped into a puddle beside the bed.
    “They’ll…they’ll just have to get along without me at the office for a couple of days.”
    “This is very good, by the way.”
    “It’s just…it’s just from a can.”
    “Homemade chicken soup is overrated,” he said, andlaughed. Laughed! A deep, booming laugh that made her smile. She’d never heard him really laugh before. Sneer and chuckle nastily, yes. But a true laugh? “I used to hate my mother’s chicken soup. She’d take a perfectly good chicken and wreck it with vegetables and overcooked noodles.”
    Cathy pounced. “Should I call her? Do you have
anybody
you’d like me to call?”
    Ken’s smile faltered. “No.