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alarm on his way out. Second, he had heard a sound.
    Pulling his handgun from a side drawer, he eased around his desk and approached the office door, ears straining. Whoever was walking about was in the kitchen. The refrigerator shut, then he heard the microwave beep. Relaxing, he went to his desk and turned the banker’s light off before putting away the gun.
    Either Daniella was heating formula for the baby, or he had a hungry hitman in his home.
    Returning to the door, he waited for the sound of Daniella passing in the hall. He slowly counted off fifteen imaginary paces when he could no longer hear her footsteps, then cracked the door open a few inches. A faint glow from one of the bedside lamps in the guest room intruded into the main hall. Kane walked silently from his office to the entry area, confirmed that Reed had re-set the alarm then snuck down the main hall.
    Reed had taken the missing office chair into the guest room. Daniella sat in it, slowly rocking the baby in her arms. Standing outside the ring of light, Kane watched the woman.
    Love infused her face in the soft glow from the lamp, the total effect like spying on Bouguereau as he painted L'Innocence . The only thing missing was a lamb. Then, as if he didn’t have enough sensory overload looking at the woman, she began to sing ever so softly to Christine, her voice sweet, but the song sad.
    Kane escaped down the hall to the sanctuary of his bedroom, Daniella’s lyrics chasing him like a vengeful ghost.
    The moon done set and the sun won’t rise,
    All around me cold black skies,
    I can’t see you.
    Ghosts against the winter sky,
    The years, like clouds, roll on by,
    I can’t see you.
    That was the entire point, Kane thought, his chest constricting as he shut his bedroom door. Invisibility was his modus operandi—not being seen, not being looked into, not seeing others beyond what the job required. And if his world was dark and narrow because of that filter over his vision, he was fine with it.
    There was power from living in a darkness where everyone else stumbled around blind.
    Until Daniella Marquardt was out of the penthouse and his life, Kane would close his eyes to the light she offered.

Chapter Five
    E ntering the stainless steel and marble kitchen the following morning to rinse out a bottle, Daniella found Kane standing in front of the stove, a muscle hugging sports shirt clinging to his torso and tucked into running pants. She’d had no trouble imagining the powerful body beneath his clothes in Friday’s expensive suit, but seeing him like this reminded her of a sleek panther waiting to pounce.
    Thighs tensing, she tried to glue her attention to the bottle in her hand. Failing miserably, she caught the cold flick of his gaze in her direction.
    “I cooked you some eggs.”
    His tone, like the black ice of his eyes, sent a shiver down her spine.
    He was still pissed, it seemed, that Reed had dropped her at the penthouse.
    Kane turned, the spatula in his hand moving like an extension of his body. The overall effect gave the utensil a weapon-like appearance. He really did look like coiled menace most of the time, a fact that should have comforted her since he wanted to keep Christine safe. But Daniella felt like the energy of that menace was directed at her.
    “You haven’t eaten yet,” he chided, his voice warming to a low growl that reminded her of how he had ordered Reed into the office last night.
    “You must be hungry.”
    Her lips pulled into a tight pinch.
    Kane glanced at the bottle in her hand then turned back to the stove as he pointed out the obvious.
    “You have to look after yourself if you intend to continue looking after Christine.”
    Her mouth narrowed another inch. Yesterday he had called Christine “the kid” a number of times. Now she felt like he was using the baby’s name to manipulate her.
    Without responding, she turned off the water and grabbed a paper towel to dry the bottle and its nipple. He was right that she