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the crumpled figure of the man on the ground moaned and began to stir. “Look, this guy’s body was pushed beyond normal limits, and he needs medical attention. For that matter, so do you.”
    She scowled at the prone man, her hand coming up to her throat once more. “To hell with him. What he needs now is a nice pair of handcuffs and some Thorazine.”
    “It wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t the one who attacked you.”
    “What? You saw—”
    “You have no idea what I saw.”
    Her sharp sigh turned into a pained cough. “I have no idea about you , period. You saved my life and I’m grateful—”
    “I don’t want your gratitude.”
    “Stop interrupting me, you ass!”
    The look on her face made him think she was going to knock his block off, and it almost startled a laugh out of him. Maybe it was a side effect of the adrenaline rush, but there was something crazy-sexy about a half-dead woman who could still come out swinging. “Right. Sorry.”
    “No, don’t.” She pressed the heels of her hands against her temples, and he could just imagine the oxygen-deprived headache punishing her now. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t be yelling at my guardian angel.”
    He flinched and turned away. “I’m nobody’s angel, trust me.”
    “Wait,” she began, but he didn’t hang around to hear any more. The last thing he needed was the distraction of a scrappy, emerald-eyed beauty who could see just enough of the spiritual world to be a problem. He had to keep his eye on the prize, and right now that was the geist. If he didn’t find that lost soul soon, it was going to bring an attention to his city that would be the death of him.
    Literally.
    * * *
    Bleary-eyed, hair rumpled and sleep-flushed in her baggy giraffe-covered pajamas, Kendall staggered down the short flight of steps leading from the bedroom level of her loft apartment as the doorbell buzzed again.
    “Coming,” she croaked in her ruined voice, squinting at the clock on the wall. Eight-thirty. Normally she was already up and hustling by this time, but the night before had thrown any thought of normal out the window.
    Swallowing hard to clear a throat that seemed to be lined with razorblades and lava, she went on bare tiptoe to look through the peephole. Her grumpy scowl vanished under a wave of incredulity, and within moments she swung the door open. “Wow. This is a surprise.”
    The handsome EMT from the night before stood in the doorway, his raven hair tousled, his navy blue windbreaker with the Bayshore Emergency Services logo on the chest looking crisply official. In one hand he held a brown paper bag, and in the other two large coffees in a cardboard tray.
    Coffee.
    “Uh-oh. It looks like I woke you. I thought you might be getting ready for work—”
    “I’ve been given the week off,” she mumbled, trying not to drool as her groggy brain focused on the key ingredient to her survival. “That looks like coffee. Is that coffee? Coffee for me?”
    “Yeah, I was—”
    “Coffee.” Without a thought to social etiquette, decorum, or even basic human communication, Kendall snatched up a cup. “Coffee, coffee, coffee.”
    “It’s a latte, actually. I wasn’t sure what you liked.” When she retreated without a word through the open-plan loft to huddle at the breakfast counter, he followed her, closing the door as he went. “I hope you don’t mind my dropping in unannounced.”
    “You brought steamy, creamy caffeine. All must be forgiven.” She’d downed nearly half the cup before she woke up enough to blink at the man who’d taken the stool next to her. And with her wakefulness came the fact that she’d let a virtual stranger into her home, seduced by nothing more than the fine aroma of the drink that gave her life.
    Except that wasn’t the only reason she let him in. There was something about this man that hit every one of her internal buttons. Of course he was all sorts of eye-candy, but her reaction to him went much deeper