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alone—vulnerable to any bare-skinned man’s sex-fetish whim.
    Her heart beat so fast she couldn’t hear past her pulse pounding in her ears. No wait, that was pounding on the door.
    “Out! Get out!” she yelled, pointing her fiber-filled weapon toward the bedroom door.
    The man glanced past her, his gaze nervous as if he was afraid of Alex—all five feet six inches of damned tough, angry girl. Good , he was afraid. As well he should be.
    “Out!”
    The banging carried through from her living room to her bedroom. Oh, thank God . For once, Calliope was on time for their morning jog.
    Alex backed toward the door holding her pillow in front of her like a weapon. “I’m going into the living room and I will call the police. Unless you want to go to jail, you’d better leave.”
    “Alex, what’s going on?” Calliope called through the thick wood door. “Was that you screaming?”
    The man’s head shot up and he rose onto his knees, peering over the top of the bed, his eyes wide, his face intent on the doorway.
    Then, before she could do anything but stand there like a lunk, the man leaped over the bed and loped for the living room.
    Oh, no! Calliope had a key to the front door. She prayed this once she wouldn’t use it, or psycho-man might hurt her.
    Alex raced after the intruder, chasing him down the hallway. She nearly wiped out on the loose throw rug at the corner. A few steps ahead of her, he sped through the kitchen and dove for the doggie door. He yelped when he hit the floor, and struggled to squeeze through anyway. But the door was built for a medium-sized golden retriever, not for a broad-shouldered man. He backed out and stood, his gaze darting right and left.
    The crashing sound of the front door banging against the wall indicated that Calliope had used her spare key. At the sound, the man’s head perked to the side and he sniffed. Then he charged through the other entrance to the kitchen, heading for the front door.
    “Look out, Calliope!” she cried.
    A scream ripped through the air, followed by complete silence.
    “Calliope? Oh, God . Calliope!” Alex ran through the kitchen, her heart in her throat. “That bastard better not have touched—” She screeched to a halt.
    Her redheaded friend was staring at the open doorway, her mouth hanging wide open.
    “Calliope?” Alex frowned when she didn’t respond. “Did you see him?” She began to wonder if the naked man was all part of her pathetic spinster imaginings.
    “Did I see him?” Calliope held a hand to her chest. “I saw every glorious inch of him!”
    Too late, Alex realized it wasn’t shock registering on Calliope’s face, it was full-fledged gaga. “Holy shit, Calliope, you’re drooling over a naked intruder.”
    “Yes, ma’am, until I run out of spit.” Her mouth still hung slack. “He was gor-geous .”
    “That man is guilty of breaking and entering, and you’re ready to jump his bones?” Alex slammed the door and turned to face her friend. “Are you that desperate?”
    “Yes, oh yes. Did you see those muscles, sinews, and organs? Ah yes, organs …” Calliope walked toward the door as if in a trance.
    “ Helloo? ” She waved a hand in front of Calliope’s face. “Are you missing the part about breaking and entering? The man might have hurt—” Alex squealed. “Sport. Ohmigod ! Sport!” She spun on the same small throw rug, almost shooting it out from under her, and charged down the hall back to the original scene of the crime. “What has that son of a bitch done with my dog?” she wailed.
    As soon as she entered the room, her eyes scanned the space end to end while her heart pounded against her eardrums. Not hide nor hair of the dog could be seen. She leaped up on the bed and peered over the other side where she’d heard whimpering earlier. Nothing .
    “Where’s Sport?” Calliope appeared in the doorway, a worried frown marring her freckled forehead. “Sport? Here boy!” Her voice trailed off as she