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beautiful. I know you have to be hungry. Please, let me take you to dinner.”
     
    Alex told him ‘yes’, gave him her address and a time to pick her up and hurried home to shower and change.
     
    They talked about everything at dinner. It was as if no one else was in the restaurant. He told her about him. She told him about her. He never took those brown eyes off of her. She was pretty sure she didn’t take her eyes off of him either.
     
    They had been dating for six months when he asked her to marry him on the front porch of her house. She said ‘yes’, then he asked “Is next week okay with you?” Alex laughed as he held her, nodding her head ‘yes’.
     
    It had been a very private affair. They got their wedding license on Monday, and by Wednesday they were standing in front of the judge, apparently, a friend of Tom’s. Pedro was the only person in attendance. Alex would have sworn there were tears in his eyes, but it was kind of hard to when she was looking through her own tears.
     
     
     
    Alex was sitting in the overstuffed chair, with tears rolling down her face. When will the tears stop? I need chocolate. It was late afternoon. It would be dark in a few more hours. Alex would wait until then to go to the corner store. It was not far. Probably three or four blocks away.
     
    The delivery boy had left two bags of groceries on her side porch. In one of them was a note from the grocer with the address and phone number, just in case Alex needed anything else. The address was on the same street as the house. It should be easy to find.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    (Present Day)
     
    Alex was out of breath when she opened the side door and ran into the house. Her cell phone rang twice on her way home, but she didn’t feel safe enough to stop and answer it. Pedro was the only one with the number. He must be worried by now. The phone rang again. This time she answered with a breathless “hello?”
     
    Yep, Pedro was pissed. Alex noted that his voice was also a little shaky. He sounded very worried. Alex was trying to listen to what he was saying, but was having trouble hearing him over her own breathing. She did catch the “I’m on my way” just before he hung up.
     
    Looking at her watch, Alex knew if he left now, he would be here around three AM. She concentrated on slowing her breathing and went to take a shower.
     
    Alex awoke at about one-thirty. Someone was opening the door. She heard the beeps as the alarm was disarmed, then re-armed. It was too early for Pedro to be here. Alex quietly took the gun from the night stand and slid to the floor on the side of the bed away from the door.
     
    Mac heard a faint, familiar click. Okay, she was awake, and she was going to shoot him. Mac stopped in the kitchen. He said loudly, “I’m looking for Pedro Rodriguez. I’m a friend of his.”
     
    Alex remembered what Pedro said. This must be the man he sent to babysit her. Alex called, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
     
    Mac waited in the kitchen. He liked her already. She was willing to shoot him. Smart girl .
     
    A very slight woman came around the corner into the kitchen. She stopped and turned white, well, whiter.
     
    Mac immediately went to her and helped her to a chair with his good arm. He knew who she was. He realized it just before he passed out. Pedro told him that he would know it was her by her eyes. He didn’t remember Pedro telling him what color they were, but he knew the young man in the alley was her.
     
    The man in the kitchen was favoring his left shoulder. His left arm was held secure by a sling. His predatory, almost wolf-like gaze was on her. He had little lines around his eyes, and a mouth that looked like it smiled more than frowned. It was frowning now. It was the man from the alley.
     
    Mac was a little worried when the color drained from her face. He figured she was a slim person, but the sweats didn’t do her