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hands.
    “ You should do something
with the hair,” he said coldly. “You look like a woman that’s been
well fucked.”
    She threw him a hurt look, meeting his
gaze for a split second, and then hurried toward the door,
smoothing her hair with her hands.
    “ Chelsey!” he said harshly
as she reached the door.
    She glanced at him blindly.
    “ I made love to
you. Jod damn it,
baby!” he growled just as she darted out the door and slammed it
behind her.
    He stared at the door,
struggling with the urge to leap from the bed and chase her down
and finally dismissed it angrily. “Shit! Hil o Gezis
l’ Majin! Gods damn it to hell! That was a
mating dance ….”

Chapter Three
    It wasn’t until Garryk reached his
apartment and slung his bag against the wall furiously that it
dawned on him just how badly he’d fucked up. Scrubbing a hand over
his face, he glanced around the tiny studio apartment he called
home with the eyes of a stranger and saw how it must look to anyone
else—like the slum den it was, the sort of place nobody but a
street person could consider a step up in the world.
    It served its purpose, he
thought angrily. It kept him focused on the prize—the future. It
kept him off the streets where he ran the risk of being picked up
by the authorities and questioned. It was as cheap as it looked and
easy on his wallet—which was the only thing that mattered to him
when he was saving every dime for the prize he’d come for, the
future . It was a
place to sleep and keep his few belongings and he was rarely in it
for more than that.
    He swallowed a little
sickly.
    Chelsey was the prize, he
realized abruptly.
    She didn’t just represent
everything he’d always wanted and knew to be out of his reach.
She was what he
wanted, what he’d always wanted with an intensity that bordered
desperation from the time he’d first been assigned here, had first
set eyes on her.
    Striding toward the small refrigerator
under the short counter that passed as a kitchen, he bent down to
examine the contents, hesitated, and grabbed a beer. Popping the
cap off, he took a long drought from the bottle and turned,
propping his hip against the counter and staring at nothing in
particular while he let his thoughts wander at will.
    She’d changed. That wasn’t
surprising when it had been damned near ten years, he didn’t
suppose, their time, but the changes weren’t physical. She looked every bit
as beautiful as he remembered, maybe more so, because as hard as
he’d tried to hang on to her image in his mind, time and distance
had dimmed it.
    He shook his head, dismissing that as
the source of his sense of anxiety. He’d spent a lot of time
fantasizing about Chelsey, but he didn’t believe he’d ever deluded
himself into falling for a woman who didn’t actually exist. He’d
spent enough time watching her interact with the people around her
that he knew her.
    Had known her.
    She was different … more vulnerable …
wounded.
    Anger surged through him as he
abruptly recalled what her sister had told him when she’d hired him
and he realized the bastard that had married her had dulled the
light in her eyes, killed the playfulness he remembered and the
openness. He should hunt the son-of-a-bitch down and beat the fatal
shit out of him, he thought furiously.
    He considered it with some relish for
a time and finally, reluctantly, dismissed it. It wouldn’t do
Chelsey any good—not now—maybe if he could’ve gotten his hands on
the bastard before—but the damage was done now. Besides, what good
would he be to her sitting in jail?
    Or worse.
    And it could get much, much worse than
that.
    Jail meant background checks and he
wasn’t confident his would hold up to very intense
scrutiny.
    Not considering everything that had
changed since the last time he’d been here.
    The thought redirected his mind to his
total fuck up, unfortunately. Tipping the bottle up, he tried to
chase the tightness from his chest with a bubble of