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“The bastard that lived here decides to cheat on me and this is all of his clothes. Your viewers should know the name—Jonas Waverly. He is an asshole of a man and a cheat of a lawyer and husband. The pipes burst and shook the house so hard it made his computer fall over. And what do you think I found there?” Mrs. Waverly was breathing hard with the exertion of her anger and practically foaming at the mouth. “Hardcore porn open on one site and a chatroom full of harlots on another, all the while talking to his mistress on the phone. Oh, yes, he can multitask, can’t he? Pity it doesn’t measure up in the bedroom. Viagra, ladies! This is no longer his residence. Now get off my front lawn!”
    Vivi’s mouth dropped open as she watched Melody Raine’s surprised face come back into view. She stepped back quickly when the furious Mrs. Waverly made a sound that was a cross between a feral cat and screeching monkey.
    Vivi sat back stunned and then a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and a small giggle escaped her. Before she knew it, she was in the midst of a full-belly laugh and tears of mirth ran down her face. She certainly wasn’t one to take pleasure at another’s misery or misfortune, but Jonas Waverly was a snake living in luxury. After what he tried and what he did while she was growing up, he seemed to be getting his just desserts.
    It was diabolical the amount of chaos that landed on his doorstep in one night. The thought made her sit up and stopped the laughter in her throat. Loki . Only one person could have engineered that amount of misery in one sitting. But why? Was it for her? Another smile crossed her face and she felt the warmth of pleasure fill her chest. There could be no other explanation.
    She was just about to get up and figure out how she could find Loki when a knock sounded on her door. She crossed the room and was expecting one of her friends who didn’t take no for an answer, but when she swung the door wide she found herself staring into the devastatingly gorgeous face of Loki. He was dressed in a black Armani suit and the silk shirt he wore underneath looked like wet ink. Her hands itched to touch it and feel the hardness of his chest through the expensive cloth.
    In his hands he held an assortment of wild flowers that filled the air with an exotic scent. This was not a bouquet that you would find on the streets of Manhattan. Knowing that he probably traveled far just to retrieve them made her heart flutter in her chest. He was darkly attractive and probably more dangerous than anyone—even she—realized. Yet Vivi was more attracted to him than anyone she’d met in her life. The silence stretched between them until he held out the flowers to her.
    “These are for you. I picked them myself,” Loki said. He sounded so uncomfortable that Vivi couldn’t help but chuckle.
    She took them from his hand. “They’re very pretty, but no flowers like these are native to the United States, let alone in season.”
    “Joko…I mean, my mother, the woman who raised me, has an impressive greenhouse back home. She allowed me to gather these for you,” Loki explained. “I want to apologize for my behavior last night; I was a bit thrown askew.”
    “Really?” Vivi said drily. “I thought it was you being…well, you.”
    “It was…well, is, but Joko pointed out that maybe I’m living in a pattern of my own making,” Loki said quickly. “My past patterning my future, so to speak, and I want to change that.”
    Vivi looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. “Okay, well, I accept your apology, the flowers, and hope you figure out your past and future self.”
    Loki made a frustrated sound. “Let me spend the holidays with you, to see if I can be more than a mischief-maker.”
    “You want to spend the holidays with me as an experiment?” Vivi shook her head. “I’ll have to say no because if it doesn’t work for you I will be the one who’s hurt in the process. We all