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hands on the dark blue comforter. Closing her eyes, she allowed the feelings to flow through her.
    He brushed his teeth, already in his pajamas. He’s in bed with a book. Music. He’s listening to some music. No more music. Sleep. Peaceful. Then—
    *
    Bart made his way down the plush carpeted hall, his footsteps muffled and the way lighted by soft wall sconces to the room indicated as Erik’s. The door stood open, the space lit by what little sunlight filtered through the closed curtains. Starting to enter, he saw a woman kneeling in prayer. Not wanting to interrupt, he stopped at the doorway. She must be another relative or employee.
    As his eyes became accustomed to the dim interior, he could tell she was a young woman. Her straight, ebony hair flowed down her back. It was hard to tell her height as she knelt but if her arms and hands were any indications, she was not a large woman. Her hands were delicate as they lay flat on the bed, her fingers splayed outward on the material. He heard no sounds coming from her and assumed her prayers were silent.
    Uncertainty filled him. He was afraid she would startle when she saw him standing in the doorway, but to move could possibly create a noise that would frighten her also. Caught in his indecision, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, the sound reverberating in the eerily quiet room. He hustled to silence the phone, but the woman jumped from her kneel and whirled around, her hand on her chest.
    Faith’s heart pounded in fear at the shadow of a huge man filling the entire doorframe. Chest heaving, she said, “Who are you? What do you want?”
    “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Bart replied sincerely. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your prayers.”
    “My…?” she halted, saying no more.
    Knowing she could not see him and wanting to have a clearer vision of who he was speaking to, Bart leaned in and flipped the light switch. The overhead light immediately purged the darkness, causing both Bart and Faith to blink at the brightness.
    Bart stared at the woman standing by the bed. Slightly older than he originally thought, her flawless complexion was complemented by the dark hair framing her face. Large, brown eyes, highlighted by thick lashes, stared back at him. Her hand, still over her heart, brought his eyes to her breasts. Not overly large, he suddenly could not imagine them being more perfect. Her slim waist and hips tapered to impossibly long legs, considering she stood a head shorter than him. Dressed in simple slacks and an emerald green blouse, he wondered at her impact on him. Something about her drew him forward.
    “You still haven’t told me who you are,” she accused softly. She was not sure she had ever seen such a large man…at least not this close. He filled the doorframe, his head just underneath the top. Blond hair, slightly tousled. More than a little stubble on his jaw. He was wearing a dark, tailored suit evidently made especially for his bulk.
    Bart found himself uncharacteristically dumbstruck. Beauty was something he saw, and fucked, on a regular basis. But her eyes…as though they can see right into me.
    Shaking himself, he quickly stepped forward with his hand extended. “I beg your pardon. Bart Taggart. I’m investigating the kidnapping at Mr. Krustas’ request. And you are?”
    Her breathing had slowed back to normal as she placed her much smaller hand into his. Leaning back to look into his face, she realized once more how tall he was as he towered over her five foot, six inches. His hand was astonishingly gentle as it held her. She saw his questioning gaze as his mouth quirked up in a smile.
    “Oh,” she exclaimed, pulling her hand back as she blushed. “My name is Faith. Faith Romani. I’m a…um…sketch artist. I do some work for the local police.”
    Cocking his head to the side, he observed her closely. “There are no witnesses to the crime that I know of, so how exactly are you going to sketch anyone?”
    Just then, Anton showed