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grime-covered bit of molding. Maybe I did have a bit of a compulsive cleaning problem, but so what? It was better than a compulsive drinking problem, or a compulsive fucking problem. I bet that Kent had a compulsive fucking problem, considering how much fucking stress everyone put him through. Well, I wasn't going to be that way. I would be useful. I would never be a rock star or whatever, but at least I knew how to get blood out of a carpet...
    “Rebecca!” A hand alighted on my back and I about jumped out of my skin. Turning, I found Kent kneeling next to me, his hand on me. Warmth spread from where his broad palm touched my spine, slithering up and down my body, sweeping into places where it had no business going. I jerked away.
    For the strangest moment, he looked contrite. “Sorry,” he said. “You just kept cleaning. Rehearsal's over, we need to go get your things from your sister's house.”
    I swallowed around my dry tongue. “Oh. Right.” I shifted my gaze to Carter, who was staring at the two of us.
    “How do you two know each other so well already?” he asked.
    I felt my brows raise up to my hairline. “Excuse me?” I said, while, at the same time, Kent said, “I interviewed her for the job, remember?”
    Carter looked between us, then shook his head. “Fuck,” he said. “I have a headache. I'm going home. I need to take a nap or something.
    Immediately beside me Kent's whole body tensed. “You're going home?” he said. “For real going home?”
    Carter shot him an irritated look. “Yes, of course I'm going home. God, I'm not a kid any more.”
    I practically heard the words vibrating in Kent's throat— Then stop acting like one! —but I jumped in.
    “You had a hard night last night,” I told him. “Don't worry, Kent and I will take care of it. There's really not much to take care of. I got it all to LA in two garbage bags, so...”
    I trailed off, suddenly feeling very shabby and silly, but Carter just shrugged. “Okay, thanks Mrs. Girlfriend. I'll see you at home.” He smiled. “In fact, I'll give you the grand tour.”
    I smiled back. “Thanks.”
    “Right, lates,” he said, and disappeared below the lip of the loft and within seconds I heard the door open and close as he left. And then Kent and I were alone. Without meaning to, I looked at him and our eyes locked.
    My whole body vibrated with his nearness. He knelt on the floor next to me, and I had a sudden vision of him leaping across the space between us, his lips crashing into mine, his hard, seeking hands invading every inch of my body, whether I wanted them or not... and of course I wanted them. I thought of his rough, calloused fingers moving inside my pussy and a wave of dizziness swept over me.
    His eyes burned. He had eyes that burned, cold blue-green fire.
    I half expected him to reach for me—after all, there was a mattress not ten feet away. A really gross mattress, and we'd make it grosser, but that didn't matter. I wanted to hold his cock in my hand and see his blue-green eyes slide closed as I stroked him into a frenzy—
    In the column of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbed and his eyes suddenly snapped shut as he whipped away from me and moved to the ladder. “Let's go,” he said. “Your shit isn't going to pack itself.”
    The heady air of possibility dissipated and I had to take a deep breath before I replied. “Right,” I said, my voice only shaking slightly. “Let's get going.” And I followed him down the ladder, hoping he was watching my ass as I came down, but when I reached the bottom I found he had picked up my bag and was holding it out to me, the straps clutched in his hand in such a way that I could take it from him without touching him.
    Licking my lips, I grabbed it, keeping my distance, and, without a word, we left together.

Chapter Six
    W e rode to my sister's apartment in silence, and I had no idea what to expect when we got there. The bluetooth kept ringing, first showing up Sonya's name