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My new attitude onlife lasted about the length of the drive home. I was still feeling like crap. The headache was intensifying by the second and if I didn’t get medicine, soon, it would turn into a full-blown migraine.
Stress over walking out on my job didn’t help the situation any, though. Next week I would have to look for another position because I couldn’t afford to be out of work long. With a heavy sigh, I got out of my car, hitting the lock on the key fob over my shoulder.
The hair on my neck stood up again, and I looked around me. It was early evening, so the sun was still up. Nothing looked out of place on the street. Riley’s car was gone, thankfully. She would be out with one of her boyfriends. My uncle always disappeared on the weekends. He rarely came back until Sunday night, so I was home alone for a bit.
Shaking off the odd sensation again, I unlocked the back door and went inside the house. The alarm system wasn’t engaged, not really all that surprising, since Riley forgot to turn the damn thing on a lot. I shut and locked the door, then punched in the code to arm the system before heading upstairs.
I was going to take some medicine and run a hot bath with lavender bath salt so maybe I could relax a little and get some rest. As I got to my door, I got my key ready to open the deadbolt that locked my room to keep my cousin out. No sooner had I slid the key in the lock than a steel arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a hard body and a large hand clamped down hard across my mouth.
I tried to scream, but it came out as nothing but muffled sounds. My kicks and wiggles did nothing to help free me from the firm hold my captor had on me.
“Stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Yeah, right, I thought as I rolled my eyes. He pulled me back and another man with broad shoulders and a hat pulled low over his brow took my place at the door and unlocked my bedroom.
“I will remove my hand if you don’t scream, and you cooperate.”
His deep voice was seductive and low, and I hated the fact that I noticed the rich, pleasant quality of it. I nodded my head, and he slowly loosened his hold on my mouth until his hand was completely gone.
“This is my room. I have nothing of value.”
The man behind me chuckled. The low rumble vibrated against my back. “We aren’t stealing anything from the house, Zoey.”
I sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of my name. Why would he know my name if they were just burglars? I closed my eyes. “Look,” I turned my face towards him. “I haven’t seen your faces. You can go. I won’t call the cops. I have nothing you would want. My uncle is broke and—”
My words cut off as a pair of lips cut off what I was trying to say. The way his lips moved over mine was tantalizing and so damn tempting. He coaxed my mouth open, and his tongue swept inside as he deepened the kiss. I was too in shock to do more than just let it happen at first, but then I was too caught up in it to put a stop to it.
“A little help here.” The other man’s voice broke the moment. Amusement laced his voice, and I looked up into the face and the eyes of the man who just shook my world with his kiss. I recognized him immediately. He was the guy from the restaurant the other day. The big tipper.
“You’ve seen me now.”
Chapter 11
Killian
