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depress the trigger. “Get out or I’ll
blow both your heads off!”
    Neither men
attempt to draw their own weapons. Instead, they feel around for the door in a
blind panic until they locate the knob. It takes a minute for them to realize
they’ve locked the door and another to manipulate the lock and get the door
open. Then they’re stumbling down the side walk and over to their bikes. Kayla
stands in the door way and watches as the two men wipe their eyes repeatedly
until they’re able to see well enough to ride their bikes. She resists the
temptation to shoot indiscriminately at them. No point in getting the
neighbors, and then the police involved. She’s pretty sure they won’t be coming
back ever again.
    When they finally
depart, Kayla locks the door and goes in the kitchen to find something strong
to drink. She settles on a glass of red wine and collapses on her couch to
decompress. Her hands begin to shake. Suddenly, she can’t breathe and she has
to set her glass down to keep from dropping it. She begins to get light-headed and
the room starts spinning.
    “What the hell?”
    She forces herself
to breath slower even though her body’s telling her she needs more oxygen.
Finally, she buries her face in a pillow and that does the trick. Pretty soon,
she’s breathing normally and the dizziness has gone. She checks her pulse;
seventy-five and even. Kayla picks up her glass and takes a long drink. What an
afternoon.

Chapter Thirteen
My White Knight Dresses in Black

     
    Kayla’s about to
pour herself another glass of wine when, all of a sudden, she just can’t stand
to be in her house any longer. She quickly changes into a pair of skinny jeans,
a white cotton tee, and her favorite pair of tennis shoes. When she first pulls
out of the driveway in her new Camaro, she has no idea where she wants to go;
all she knows is that she has to get away.
    After about
forty-five minutes of driving around aimlessly, she suddenly realizes where she
is; Luke’s neighborhood. And, without knowing why, she just turns and makes a
beeline for Luke’s house. She’s surprised to see his bike sitting in the
driveway. Maybe he works nights. She pulls over at the curb in front of his
house. For the next ten minutes, she sits behind the wheel, trying to find a
good reason for being here. Finally, she decides on the truth. She’s just too
freaked out right now to stay alone in her house. She gets out and walks up to
the front door. She’s about to knock when the door opens and Luke is standing
there. Kayla has always prided herself on the fact that she is seldom swayed by
someone’s physical attributes; she’s more of a, what’s on the inside ,
type of girl. Well, she was until she met Luke.
    Her heart flutters
in her chest, seeing him standing in the doorway with nothing but a pair of
black jeans on. He’s not wearing a belt and his jeans are hanging loosely
around his hips. She can’t help but stare, and stare she does; this time
beginning from his broad shoulders and his colorful tattoos. She allows her
eyes to caress his powerful chest, letting them examine each bullet wound and
every jagged slash from a knife. One more time her eyes find the hash marks
running down the length of his bicep on his right arm and she is disturbed to
find that there are two new ones in the process of healing. Kayla doesn’t even
know what the markings are for but she is disturbed, nonetheless.  Her gaze is
drawn further downwards to the finest abs and sexiest oblique’s she’s ever
seen. She deftly unsnaps his jeans with her hungry eyes. She licks her lips as
the zipper parts to reveal the ultra- thin, taut material stretched across his
manhood.
    “Kayla, what are
you doing here?” he asks, breaking her train of thought.
    “What?
Oh…yeah…there was a little problem at home and I just had to get out…”
    “Oh no! Come in.”
    Luke stands aside
and lets Kayla squeeze past him and into his house. It is modern and very
tasteful.