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I’ll call them first thing in the morning and start your claim and have a new sliding door put in as soon as possible.”
    “You don’t have to do all that.”
    “I want to. This wouldn’t have happened if not for my client. Let me do this. It’s the least I can do.”
    “You’ll find the information in my office.” She pointed to the closed door off the living room. “Bottom drawer of the desk in the file marked insurance.”
    He smiled to lighten things and teased, “An organized woman. Dangerous creatures.”
    “Yes, well, stay out of the other stuff. There be dragons with sharp teeth who’ll burn your ass for snooping through my papers.”
    He laughed. “Not the trusting sort, are you?”
    “I’ve been burned already.”
    “I’m not out to hurt you, honey. Just help you.”
    “You can’t be that good looking and not have some flaws.” Her cheeks blazed red.
    He laughed again. “I’ve got plenty of flaws, but none that will bite you on the ass. Unless you want me to,” he teased. “Because it’s a fine ass, and I wouldn’t mind.”
    Her eyes went wide. Maybe a spark of interest crossed them before she spun around and fled for the stairs. Well, limped to the stairs due to her injured and severely bruised hip. The doctor told him she’d been lucky not to break it.
    “I’ll be down to help you clean up in a minute,” she mumbled, not looking back.
    “I’ll be here.” Meaning he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He liked her.
    He stared at the broken door, the glass on the floor, and toppled chair and knickknacks. Dale came here and hurt her because of some perceived rivalry. Well, Owen wasn’t going to stand by and let him follow through on his threats to hurt Claire to get to him.
    He may not have really known her before tonight, but if someone did hurt her, it would affect him. She had a hold on him. For the first time, he didn’t feel the need to shake a woman off and put some distance between them. No, he wanted to draw Claire in and keep her close. To what end, he didn’t know. But he definitely wanted to explore the possibilities racing through his head.

 
    Chapter Six
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    C LAIRE ENTERED HER room, saw her rumpled bed, and sighed. She wanted to crawl in and sleep the day away. Not going to happen. Things needed to be done. She had a strange man in her house. Okay, not so strange. Handsome. Gorgeous. Funny. Nice.
    She stopped that line of thinking and headed for the bathroom, pulling her robe off and tossing it in the hamper. It took some doing to get the bandage holding the ice pack on her shoulder off, but once she did, she winced at the throbbing ache. She checked the bruise in the mirror, but couldn’t see the scraped, raw skin under the bandage. Not so bad now, but in another day it would bloom into a vivid display of color about four inches in diameter.
    Careful as she moved her arm, she pulled her bloody shirt off and tossed it in the trash. She turned on the cold water, cupped her hands, and doused her face, staving off the tears that threatened whenever she thought about what happened tonight. The fear came back, knotting her stomach and making her hands tremble.
    She’d worked so hard to create this life on her own. Now, being alone terrified her.
    She dried her face on a towel and grabbed her brush, pulling her hair up and into a ponytail. She couldn’t believe she’d spent the last few hours in the presence of Owen and the cops looking like she’d been struck in a lightning storm, her hair a mass of frizz and tangles.
    Refreshed, she walked into her room naked and went to the dresser. A truck engine idled outside. Maybe Owen finished cleaning and was getting ready to go home. As much as she’d like this long night to end, she didn’t want to be alone.
    She pulled on a clean pair of white pajama bottoms with tiny purple violets and a matching purple tank top. She didn’t know what to do about the sliding door. She’d have to call someone first thing in the