position if someone breaks in.”
“I’ve got some great defensive positions myself,” I murmured between kisses.
He tilted my head up. “I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am. So maybe you can sing me a lullaby before you hit the sofa?”
The corners of Marco’s mouth curved up in that sexy way of his. “I might be a little off-key.”
“No, Salvare, you always hit the right notes. Let’s get you set up out here first.”
While I pulled an extra sheet set, pillow, and blanket out of my closet and made up his bed, Marco unpacked his shaving kit and toothbrush, and set his bag at the end of the sofa.
“Do you want to put your duffel bag in my room?” I asked.
“Nope. It’s fine there.”
Well… it wasn’t fine there. It protruded into the hallway, which anyone could plainly see. But I let it go. Marco was there to protect me. If he wanted his duffel bag close by, then that was where it should be.
We tiptoed past Nikki’s door and quietly closed my bedroom door so she wouldn’t hear us… singing. We made beautiful music, after which I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
I woke up the next morning to Nikki screaming.
CHAPTER NINE
My first thought was that someone had broken into the apartment, overpowered Marco, and entered Nikki’s room by mistake. I threw back the covers, grabbed my hand mirror from my dresser to use as a weapon- Seriously, take a look at yourself, felon! Do you like what you see?-and flew into the hallway, nearly colliding with Nikki, who was standing in front of the closed bathroom door, trembling all over.
“Why didn’t you warn me Marco was here?” she shrieked loud enough to make my ears ring. “I thought he was an intruder!”
“I’m sorry, Nik,” I said, following her up the hallway. She had on her purple robe and furry purple slippers and was shaking her hands as though trying to fling water off them. She tripped over Marco’s duffel bag and landed on her hands and knees.
“We came in really late last night,” I said, helping her up, “and I forgot to leave a note. Besides, you’re not usually up this early.”
“Well, I am today-thank you very much for the near heart attack. I have an eye doctor’s appointment in an hour. Does that bag have to be in the middle of the hallway?”
I pushed Marco’s belongings to one side with my bare foot. “I’m really, really sorry.”
Note to self: Duffel bag is going into the hall closet. My apartment; my rules.
Still griping, Nikki stormed through the living room with me right behind. She wasn’t normally a grouch in the morning; then again, she rarely rose before ten. She worked afternoon shifts as an X-ray tech at the county hospital and usually didn’t get home until close to midnight.
The bedsheets, I noted, had been folded and stacked at one end of the sofa.
Nikki opened the front door and picked up the newspaper, then unfolded it and headed into the kitchen. She stopped with a gasp. “Tara was kidnapped? From the concert?”
She held up the newspaper, whose big bold headline screamed the news: ONE DEAD IN TEEN KIDNAPPING.
I snatched the paper from her, scanning the article for information. Included in the piece was a photo of a female with short auburn hair, with a caption underneath that identified her as Charlotte H. Bebe. If that was the blond kidnapper, Tara had been right about the wig.
Nikki grabbed the paper from me. “Would you tell me what happened?”
I really wanted to read the article, but Nikki’s exasperated expression changed my mind. “If you’ll make coffee, I’ll give you the entire story.”
“Deal.”
While Nikki measured out the grounds and filled the coffee machine with water, I gave her the rundown, slipping over to the fridge for the coffee creamer. Then, over cups of freshly brewed java, I read the newspaper article, giving Nikki the main points.
“It says the dead woman has been positively identified as Charlotte H. Bebe, thirty years old, and police are searching for her boyfriend, Dwayne Hudge, who is being called a person of interest.”
Marco came in, freshly showered and shaved. “Sorry, Nikki. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No harm done,” she said pleasantly. “Want some coffee?”
What? No harm done? Could have fooled me.
Marco took a cup from the cabinet and held it out. “Thanks.”
“How about some toast to go with it?” I asked.
“Got any oatmeal?” he asked.
“Sorry,” I said. “We’re all out. We have toast.”
“Cream of wheat?”
I shook my head. “Toast.”
“Farina?”
What was it with Marco and mushy breakfast food? “Until one of us can get to the grocery store, all we have is toast.”
“No eggs?”
“I think I saw a packet of oatmeal in the back of the cabinet,” Nikki said, and began digging through a shelf filled with risotto, macaroni and cheese, instant rice, and canned soup.
“Toast is fine,” Marco said.
Nikki stopped rooting and glanced at me, rolling her eyes.
“How will this bodyguard duty work?” Nikki asked him, as I dropped two slices of whole wheat bread into the toaster.
“Are you two going to hang out here until the other kidnapper is caught?”
“I can’t do that,” I said. “I have a business to run.”
“We’ll handle it like we have the past few days,” Marco said. “I’ll take Abby to Bloomers and pick her up after work. If she has any errands to run, Lottie or Grace can do them, or I’ll take her. We just have to make sure she’s never there alone.”
Never? I thought about that as I watched the bread to keep it from burning. While I deeply appreciated the measures Marco was taking to keep me safe, I knew I’d miss having time to myself. It was when I did my best work. In fact, I got a bit testy without it.
Marco picked up his cup, took the toast I offered him, and headed for the living room.
“What a great guy,” Nikki said.
“He’s my hero.”
Hearing the TV, I called, “Hey, Marco, I usually listen to the
“Hmm,” he said. Then I heard a sports talk channel come on.
“Well,” Nikki said, “won’t this be fun?”
CHAPTER TEN
