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threatening you. What could you possibly need that is more important than your life?"
    Kelsey shook her head. "Feminine things. Would you like to get them for me?"
    He let out a deep grunt. "I wish you would take this more seriously."
    She took the threats very seriously. But fear would never rule her life again. She had lived like that once before, and she had sworn she would never give into it again.
    The chimes struck eight times on the grandfather clock at the same moment the doorbell rang. The police department gave new meaning to the expression 'like clockwork '. Officer O’Brien checked the door before letting in his replacement. Kelsey stood up to meet the new arrival. She could only hope he had more personality than O’Brien.
    The smile faded when Wolf Krieger entered her home.
    "Oh, no," she muttered under her breath. Stuck in the entire night with him! He was worse than O’Brien. With all the police in the city of New York, why did he have to be the one who showed up?
     
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    Wolf caught Kelsey’s stricken face and bit back a laugh. Judging by her angry stance, he was about as welcome as the plague. Her torn sweatshirt and gray sweat pants had seen better days. Black rimmed glasses rested firmly on her classic nose. Her hair, pulled back into a ponytail, swung across her back as she turned her head away in aggravation. Few women would be caught dead in that outfit let alone while entertaining a visitor. Quite a change from their first two meetings.
    He sent her a nod, which she barely acknowledged, then turned towards O’Brien. "Who's the visitor?"
    "Daniel Carlyle. She says he's an uncle, but aren't they all?"
    Wolf cringed from the insulting words. Wouldn't he have assumed the same thing? "He is her uncle."
    O’Brien shrugged. "I'm out of here. Make sure you have plenty of hot coffee to stay awake. When no one's here she sits at her computer with a set of head phones and doesn't say a word."
    Wolf could well imagine that Ms. Winston wouldn't have much to say to the NYPD. He took a seat at the door and began his twelve-hour shift.
    "Excuse me, Detective," her uncle called.
    "Uncle Daniel!" Kelsey cried out.
    Wolf rose and strode into the living room. From the blush on Kelsey's cheeks he figured her uncle planned to embarrass her. "Yes, sir?"
    "Would you please tell my niece that this is no laughing matter? She seems to think it would be amusing to slip out the front door when you're not looking and roam around the streets."
    Wolf turned his head towards Kelsey and raised his eyebrow. "Then I'll have to make sure I never take my eyes off her."
    "You'd better not, because I'm holding you personally responsible for her welfare. I’d better warn you, she's a little too fearless for her own good."
    He would bet her uncle hit the nail on the head. She had more spunk than the average Park Avenue heiress, but apparently little concern for the danger her willful actions could cause. "I’m sure I won’t have any trouble handling her."
    Daniel came to his feet. "I have to go. You call your aunt an d tell her what you need and I'll bring it by on my next visit."
    Her eyes rounded anxiously. She clutched his wool suit jacket and turned a pleading gaze in his direction. "Stay for dinner. I'll cook."
    Wolf would bet that his presence, and not fear, caused her alarm. He hadn’t made a good first impression . . or second . . or third for that matter. Not that she’d win Miss Congeniality either. He’d have to use their mutual distrust to his advantage. His job was to keep her alive, and he could only do that if he kept up his guard against outside dangers and against Kelsey herself.
    "If you're afraid to eat alone I'm sure the police officer would be happy to join you in the dining room," Daniel said.
    “Never mind." She spun on her heel and headed towards the door.
    "No!" Wolf yelled. In three long strides he was next to her, covering her hand as she reached for the handle. His fingers locked around her wrist