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bad guy is after ‘stuff.’  One of them might be after you.  Unless you’re a black belt, you’re asking for trouble.”   She squirmed from his hands and walked into the living room, leaving Bastian no choice but to follow.
    “Your concern has been duly noted.   Now have a seat while I change. ” 
    Bastian reluctantly sat and waited until Kaylee returned wearing jeans and a white button-down shirt.   “Let’s get the cocoa, okay?”  She headed toward the kitchen.
    Bastian followed her through the house.  As they went, he took in the art pieces decorating her home : lots of Jackson Pollock paintings in sharp contrast to a ngelic sculptures sat upon tables and shelves.
    “You’re a mystery,” he called, puzzled that his concern for her safety seemed so irritating to her. 
    “I always wanted to be interesting,” she replied curtly.  “It’s just a pity it’s tak en me this long to get there.”  As she went about the task of making cocoa, she often tilted her head so her hair cascaded to the small of her back and closed her eyes .
    “You all right?” Bastian asked, stepping toward her, wanting to touch her shoulders, to lean over and smell the intoxicating darkness of her hair.
    “ T ired.”  Kaylee nodded. 
    “Maybe I should go,” Bastian said , “ a nd let you get some rest.”
    “There ’ll be time for that later, Bastian.  I’d really like you to stay.”    
    “Damned if you aren’t stubborn,” he muttered.
    “You got that right.”  As she poured the cocoa into the mugs, Bastian saw her fingertips tremble, something even quick movements couldn’t disguise.
    “ C old?”
    “Yeah.  I’ve always been cold-natured, and this year it's worse than ever.   If I had any common sense, I’d move to some place warm—California or Florida , maybe. ”  With that same unsteady hand, she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear.  As her fingers brushed the side of her face, Bastian noticed her small golden hoop earrings. 
    “Yeah, but then you wouldn’t need me to go diving in after you.”  He touched the base of his neck and massaged there , trying to ease the kinks.
    “Well, in that case, I shouldn’t consider moving, common sense or not.  I wouldn’t want to spoil your new hobby.”  She touched her temple and winced as the kettle whistled.
    “I wouldn’t call it a hobby, Kaylee.  In fact, I’m not sure you could call it anything, really.”  Bastian frowned as the grimace on Kaylee’s face spread.   He laid his hand o n her shoulder and gingerly squeezed.
    “I’m fine, really.”  Her long fingers kept rubbing .
    “ R ight,” Bastian countered.  “Got any ocean-front property you want to sell ? ”
    “You buying ?” she whispered as the color drained from her face.
    “No .  But I am going to finish making the cocoa while you sit down.  You’ve had enough nonsense for one day.”   Bastian set his other hand on her shoulder and nudged her toward the living room, wondering if she were going to pass out. 
    “I’m fine.”  She forced her eyelids open while blinking furiously.
    “Okay, fine.  Why don’t you sit down while I get the cocoa ?”  Bastian kept his hands in place and squeezed, massaging the tension he found.  “In other words, scram kid--”
    “I’ll be damned.  This is my kitchen.”  Kaylee planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.
      Bastian pointed to the door.  “And that’s your living room.  Now if you’d be so kind as to find the couch, I’d appreciate it.”
    Kaylee gasped and touched her temple again.  She swayed slightly before Bastian bent, slid his arm under the bend of her knees, and picked her up.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Finding the couch for you.  If you aren’t going to sit on your own, I’m going to help you.”  He carried her into the living room, noti ng she had closed her eyes and leaned against him.  Her arm tightened around his neck slightly , as