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than happy to do that job himself—seeing Skye nude was one of his favorite things—but he needed to clear the air with the detective.
    And it seemed the guy wanted to clear the air with him, too. As soon as the door closed behind them, Alex spun toward Trace. “What’s your game?”
    He let his brows rise. “I’m not playing a game.”
    “Two days ago, Skye told me that she wasn’t involved with anyone.  She didn’t have any family in the city, no close friends…” Alex exhaled roughly as he glared at Trace. “Now you’re standing here, saying you’re her ‘old friend’ and taking her home for the night.”
    Yes, that was exactly what he was doing.  Wasn’t the detective observant? “Skye doesn’t like hospitals. After her accident in New York, I think that’s understandable.”  He didn’t like to think about her accident. Didn’t like to remember—
    “I’ve heard about you, Weston.”
    Good for the detective. “Most people in Chicago know about me…”
    “You’ve got money, a freaking ton of it from all accounts.”
    Yes, yes, he did.  He’d come a long way from being the poor kid on the streets.
    “And you’ve got dangerous connections.”
    “Safe connections aren’t any fun,” he murmured.
    Alex’s eyes narrowed. “You’re high profile. You take the big cases. You
don’t
sign on as some woman’s bodyguard.”
    If the detective kept pushing, he’d find out just how hard Trace could push back. “This isn’t some woman,” Trace said. Time for his turn to talk. “This is Skye, and, I assure you, where she is concerned, I am very involved.”
    “You weren’t two days ago,” Alex fired back.
    “Two days ago…” Trace exhaled slowly and fought to chain his anger. “That would have been back when you were patrolling, doing your circles around her place.”
    “Yes,” Alex hissed. “I’ve been trying to protect her—”
    “And now I’m here to help you do that job.”
    “You looked like you were here to fuck her.”
    The words were low, hard. 
Jealous?
    Trace stepped toward the detective.  The fellow was close to his height, and even though he was a cop, he had a soft look to him that told Trace this man hadn’t seen nearly enough darkness in his life.
    I’ve seen plenty.
    Enough to appreciate the light that came his way. 
    Alex pointed his index finger at Trace.
Bad move—that’s the way to get that finger broken.
“I’ve got a woman being stalked,” Alex snapped, “an attack on her—and suddenly, I have a new guy—wait, sorry, an ‘
old friend’
—who has just entered the picture. Two days ago, she said that she had
no one.
”
    He kept harping on the two days bit. “She has someone,” Trace told him, keeping his voice flat with a monumental effort. “And until the SOB after her is caught, Skye be staying with me.  So if you need to contact her,” he gave him a hard smile, “come find me.” 
    The door opened behind them.  Skye was seated in a wheelchair, and she sure didn’t look happy. “They said I had to go out in this thing.” Her hands lightly hit the wheels. “Some kind of hospital rule.”
    “Liability issue,” the doctor said. “I told you, it’s—”
    “Standard. Right.” Skye’s hands rose and clenched in her lap. Her frantic gaze locked on Trace. “I need to get out of here.”
    “Baby, I’ve got you.”
    And he did.
    He moved behind the wheelchair. Pushed her carefully. The wheels spun on the chair.   
    “Skye!” 
    The detective was a dick, and he’d just snapped Trace’s last nerve. Did the fellow realize that, with just one phone call, Trace could have the guy writing parking tickets?  Doing traffic patrol? 
    Or sitting bench at desk duty?
    Alex hurried around them and stopped in front of the wheelchair. “Just how long have you known Weston?”
    Skye swallowed. “Since I was fifteen years old.”
    Alex leaned toward her.  His voice dropped, but Trace heard him clearly as he said, “I asked you to