Drop Dead Gorgeous

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places don't, at least until something happens. Then whoever is in charge of the surveillance system will catch hell, and for a while the tapes will be changed out the way they should be. You wouldn't believe some of the crap we're given to work with." His tone was hard. Wyatt didn't cut much slack for people who didn't do what they should.
    He reached under the sheet and clasped the inside of my thigh, his hand hard and slightly rough, and oh so warm. "She missed you by inches," he said roughly. "I damn near had a heart attack, seeing how close it was. She wasn't trying to just scare you, she literally tried to kill you."
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    Chapter Seven
     

     
    Mom came in shortly afterward with my clothes, hanging them in the minuscule closet and dropping my keys back in my purse. "I can't stay," she said, looking frustrated and harried and incredibly beautiful, because that's just Mom, she can't look any other way. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
    "Better," I said, because it was true. I'd managed to eat those God-awful eggs, hadn't I? The "better" was qualified by a "marginally," but I'd take what I could get. "Thanks for bringing my stuff. Now go do your thing, and don't worry about me."
    She gave me a wry, "yeah, sure" look. "Has a doctor been in yet?"
    "Nope."
    Her look of frustration increased. "Where's Siana ?"
    "She went to the cafeteria when I got here," Wyatt said, checking his watch. "She's been gone about twenty minutes."
    "I can't stay until she gets back, I have to leave five minutes ago." She leaned down and kissed my forehead, gave Wyatt's cheek a buzz as she breezed past, and was out the door, tossing "Call my cell if you need me" over her shoulder as she disappeared from view.
    "You didn't mention the parking-lot tapes," Wyatt observed. He was still working on deciphering our family dynamics. While he went with the belief that cold, hard reality is the most stable operating platform, Mom and I shared a tendency to go off on tangents so we wouldn't have to think about the bad stuff until we'd processed it and were ready to deal. I'd had all night to process, plus I'd been there and knew exactly how much danger I'd been in, so I'd already explored a few tangents and was now solidly squared with the cold hard stuff.
    "She knows someone tried to run me over. There's no point in telling her how close the bitch came to actually doing it. She's already stressed, and that would just worry her more." The incident was over … except for the getting-well part. There was no way to track her down, so everyone might as well forget and move on. I was; I had to. I had shopping to do! This had already cost me a day, would likely cost me at least a couple more, and I didn't have the time to spare.
    Wyatt checked his watch again. His days were incredibly busy, so I knew he'd been pushing to find time to come to the hospital. I reached for his hand. "You need to go, too." Hey, I can be understanding .
    "Yeah, I do. You have your key to my house with you, right?"
    "It's in my purse. Why?"
    "So you can get in, if I can't shake free to come pick you up when you're released. Siana can drive you, can't she?"
    "That isn't a problem, but I'm not going to your house, I'm going home." I saw his brows start to draw together and squeezed his hand. "I know you're feeling protective and I'm not trying to be difficult, honest"—hard as that was to believe—"but all of my paperwork and things are at home. I may not feel like shopping, but I can do some things by phone and computer. I'm not an invalid, this time around, so I don't need someone to stay with me. I also promise not to drive myself anywhere." There. I couldn't be any more reasonable than that, could I?
    He didn't like it, mainly because he wanted me at his house permanently, right now—or rather, two months ago, and he didn't deal well with not getting what he wanted. Here's a word to the wise: if you want someone who's laid-back, unaggressive , and nonarrogant , don't even look at

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