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door.”
                Oh crap! He was waiting outside.  I ran and grabbed my purse from my chair and went to open the door after checking the window.  Yup, Collins McGregor was standing in front, looking just as Adonis-like as before. Why was I so nervous?
                I opened the door. “Sorry to make you wait, come on in.”
                He looked unsure at first, but decided to follow me in. “You’ve changed.”
                “I didn’t want another incident with my skirt flying up, you know,” I said blushing but smiling.
                “No, you most certainly do not want that happening again,” Collins McGregor said, the corners of his mouth lifting into amusement. He leaned his hip against the back of the sofa and looked at me, from head to toe with those amazingly intense icy blue eyes. “I like your hair up like that,” he finally said.
                “Uh, thanks,” I said. “And I like you without your tie.” 
                “You do, do you?” he said with that smirky smile. It was the kind of smile that looked like a prelude to a growl.
                Whoa, I shook my head slightly. What is with Collins McGregor who could affect me this way? I decided to get down to business.
                “Um, my mother, she’s probably driving around right now with my little sister.”
                “And you’re worried about that…why?” Collins McGregor asked.
                “I’m not sure if she is driving around, but if she is…I’m worried about her state. She’s not in the condition to be driving, which is why I didn’t call the police to find her.”
                “So you called me,” Collins McGregor said.  “I see.  You figured I would know how to find your mother, track her down.”
                “She’s not picking up her phone,” I said.
                “Do you think she will have it on her?” Collins asked.
                “I’m hoping she does.”
                “Good line of thinking, Sam,” Collins said, cocking his head to one side.
                “You can track her down, can you?” I asked a little anxiously.
                “How do you think I found you here?”
                “You mean you didn’t know before what the address to my house was?”
                “No,” Collins said. “I tracked it from your phone. We’ll do the same thing with your mother. All I need is your Mother’s phone number…”
                I gave him the number, and he was immediately on the phone, calling someone. “Howard, I need you to do a trace. The number’s…”
                I walked away, over to the kitchen where I pulled out a glass from the cupboard and turned around.  Collins was standing there, his Blackberry in his hand. Surprised, I nearly dropped my glass, but Collins rushed over to me, bent down and caught the glass before he fell to the floor. I was stunned, as Collins McGregor stood back up and calmly placed the glass on the kitchen counter.
                “Wow,” I said, finally able to find my tongue. “You’re very well-coordinated.” Big understatement.
                “I work out a lot, a habit I picked up growing up on the streets and having to be ready to fight,” Collins said. “Besides it helps relieve stress, and I like the release.”
                My heart fell, remembering how I’d accused him of growing up with a silver spoon in his mouth. I blushed. “You grew up on the streets?”
    Collins McGregor laughed…a throaty deep laugh that sounded like a growl. “You look as though you’re shocked,” he said. “I had a rough beginning up to my adolescence. But that kind of hunger is what made me where I am today.” He noticed my blush because he smiled, a sweet gentle smile. “Nice