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started getting away from him, because he began picturing all kinds of things he wanted to do to her and with her. His thoughts were just starting to form a complete fantasy when she wiggled around in his lap, trying to get comfortable. Damn, he’d forgotten about his utility belt. Standing up, he placed her gently on the loveseat. She immediately found a comfortable spot and settled in. Picking up the blanket that had slipped off when he was moving her, Kade covered her up. Leaning over, he kissed Krista on the forehead.
    “Sleep well, beautiful.” For a few moments he stood over her and just watched her sleep. Honestly, he could stand there forever and just soak in all that she was with his eyes. Taking a step back, not wanting to leave her, but knowing he had to get back to the station, Kade finally turned and walked out, locking the door as he left.
    Chapter Two

    What should have only taken a couple of hours, ended up taking four. Now Kade was tired, frustrated, and the only thing he could think about was how Krista was doing. Hell, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since he’d left her hours ago. Just one of the reasons everything had taken so long. Sitting in his office finishing up the transport file, his mind drifted back to Krista. He still didn’t know why she had to have treatments. Was she sick? How sick was she? What the hell could be wrong? Just thinking about how small she looked lying on that loveseat before he left her, so pale, so weak, yet still so damn beautiful, he had to know more. He had to see her again, hold her again. And that’s exactly what he intended to do. Walking out of the station to his truck, he had only one destination in mind—Krista.
    After Krista slept for a few hours, she awoke feeling weak, but not as tired as before. She knew the routine. As the treatments went on, the effects would get worse before they were over. “Only three more times,” she spoke out loud, reminding herself. “I can do this, no matter how bad the days of the treatments are.” She knew the next day would be better and then the day after that, she would be back to her normal self.
    “I can do this.” She repeated to bolster her courage. “Yeah, like I have a choice.” No, she wouldn’t think that way. What she needed now was a long hot shower. Forcing herself up, she grabbed her mp3 player and headed for the bathroom, yawning the whole way.
    Walking up to Krista’s door, Kade knocked and then waited and knocked again. When there was no answer, he tried the knob. Locked. Now she locks the door , he thought, with just a hint of annoyance. He could hear music. Not loud from where he was standing outside the house, but maybe it was too loud inside for her to hear him knock. So he started pounding on the door, thinking he was making so much noise that she would surely be able to hear him over the music.
    Stepping out of the shower, Krista thought she heard some kind of banging. Hitting pause on her mp3 player, she listened and heard…nothing. Shrugging her shoulders, she hit play again, slipping into the robe she always wore after a shower.
    Kade was in no mood for this nonsense. What if she’d gotten sicker or was hurt? Without another thought, he stalked to his truck, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a small leather case. He stalked back to her door with a purpose and pulled out the right lock pick.
    Krista padded out of the bathroom in nothing but her short, white, cotton robe, which fell just below her hips. Brushing out her hair that she’d pinned up while she showered, she was on her way to her bedroom to find some of her ‘comfy clothes,’ which was what she liked to call her big baggy T-shirts and leggings. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement. Gasping, she turned, jumped, and without a thought, threw her brush at the man—the very large man—standing in her house!
    Kade just reached out and caught her brush one-handed, like they’d been playing catch with her