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by an avenging angel in tough guy clothes with tousled hair and a badass attitude.
    Her heart skipped a beat, and she got goose bumps. He was coming for her.
    Damn it. Damn him.
    She went running down the hardwood stairs, racing through the living room to the sliding glass door she’d kept locked since she’d gotten here, the door she’d been double-checking ever since the moment her sister appeared out of the blue after several years of no contact. Locked, but the shades hadn’t been pulled. She needed to get to them before—
    Too late.
    Breathless, she gripped the shades as if they were a lifeline, staring at Brody standing on the other side of the glass.
    He slowly arched a daring brow at her. Really? his expression and stance said. You really think a locked door can keep me out if I want in?
    “I’ll call the police,” she said through the glass.
    He let out a half smile and shook his head. She wouldn’t. She knew it, and so did he. And as he stepped closer to the glass, there was a deceptive and unnerving quietness to his movements, to the way he looked at her, which told her that she wasn’t getting out of talking to him until he’d gotten whatever answers he sought.
    Damn it! She should have just dealt with him, answered the front door herself and taken her paychecks, told him whatever he needed to hear, and he’d have been long gone by now.
    Instead, he was on to her—not knowing exactly what he was on to, but on to her nevertheless. His smile might be laid-back and easygoing, but his body shimmered with tension, and also a strength and a solidity she knew she could count on.
    He eyed the locked door, then lifted his head so that their gazes met. “Let me in.”
    Oh, God. A part of her wanted to. Wanted to more than anything. But she shook her head.
    “Then tell me what’s wrong.”
    She found her voice, even managed to inject a tone of irritation in it. Not too difficult when she was irritated, not to mention frustrated, exhausted, and the doozy…terrified. Hell of a combination. “Nothing’s wrong, except you’re bugging the hell out of me.”
    His eyes narrowed as they took her in from head to toe, which once upon a time, would have positively stolen her breath because he had a way of looking at her, really looking. She actually did experience some of that usual breathlessness, but it was because she realized she’d really screwed up. She and Leena weren’t wearing the same thing.
    Appearances were important to her. Very important. Her life could be in the toilet along with her self-esteem, but with the right makeup, the right clothes, and the right expression, no one would know it.
    She’d spent the past year wearing such façades at Sky High Air, looking completely on top of her world, when in reality, it could all crumble at a moment’s notice.
    As it had with Leena’s appearance.
    She should have known. Karma was a bitch, and inescapable. Especially since unlike Leena, she wore only a pair of loose sweats low on her hips and a sports bra, and nothing else. No makeup, no armor of any kind.
    Brody eyed her limbs, specifically her left shoulder, which had three scars—one a six inch surgery incision, a second where they’d slid in a camera probe, and a third where the bullet had gone in and shattered her collarbone.
    At the sight, Brody’s jaw tightened visibly, and his mouth went grim.
    She already knew he blamed himself, which was ridiculous, and she fought the urge to run for cover.
    “You changed quickly,” he said through the glass.
    She lifted her good shoulder.
    “And your hair…”
    Shit . “I was wearing a wig before.” Or Leena was. She’d had fun going through Maddie’s wigs. As for herself, she was her own natural auburn for a change.
    He nodded, though she couldn’t tell if he bought the lie or not. Couldn’t tell a damn thing behind those mirrored sunglasses. Then he slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “I’d really like to talk to