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    “Beth, for God’s sake, if you forgot the key again, I swear...” my voice trailed off in mid sentence.
    Instead of Bethany’s blush-red cheeks, which I expected to see, I found myself face to face with a horrible white skull.
    My jaw dropped and I found myself staring open-mouthed for a few split seconds until I realized it was actually someone’s T-shirt I was looking at. I blinked a few times to bring myself round a little, then let myself look again.
    This time I saw two strong hands with the thumbs hooked casually through the belt loops on some faded jeans. Dark shapes and interwoven patterns extended along their length and seemed to merge slowly, taking what seemed like an age to form one solid figure. Still shaking my head from the feeling this wasn’t really happening, my eyes moved upwards so that I was fully able to regard my visitor.
    Frowning, and with one shoulder resting against the frame, a guy I’d never seen before stood at my door, watching me with interest. His hair was trimmed close to his scalp at the sides, but on top it was longer and stood up straight, forming a spiky mohawk. His left eyebrow was broken by a scar and a single silver hoop shone next to the spot. Dumbfounded, I studied his eyes, which seemed to be some color between green and blue. Gray, I decided.
    Even though his nose was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken few times and his features were too harsh for him to be anyone’s idea of cute, this was definitely the most attractive man I’d ever seen. And, he was huge.
    “Oh God,” I gasped
    “Close. But, not quite right,” towering over me, he replied in a husky voice “Guess again”.
    “What?”
    “Well, you said Oh God… Try again.”
    A chill ran up my spine. Everything about him screamed ‘run like hell’ but there I was, rooted to the spot, not allowing my gaze to drift from his icy gray eyes. From nowhere I remembered that some predators can hypnotize their victims with a stare. And that’s just how I felt – like a cornered animal stunned into submission.
    “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” he instructed, and just like that I snapped of the trance I’d fallen into.
    “Who are you? What do you want?” I took a quick step back, glad the gift of speech had finally come back to me.
    He cocked his head to one side and threw me a condescending look, the kind a mother would give a small kid who was trying to be smart.
    “You have something on your head,” he said after a pause, flatly ignoring my question.
    Completely distracted, I raised my hand and touched the shampoo bubbles in my hair, which instantly brought me crashing down to earth. The realization came that I was naked save for a small towel, standing and staring at a tattooed stranger twice my height and four times my weight.
    “Shit!” I squeaked, quickly slammed the door and locked it twice. “The Parole office is in the building across the street,” I called through the now secure doors.
    Cursing my dumb self, I pinched my forehead and shook my head. Of all the doors he could have knocked on, this ex-con chose mine. Instead of getting himself tattooed all day long in prison, he should have taken the time to learn how to read, so he could at least hit the right address. Of course, something like this could only happen to me. Where was my mind, opening the door without checking who was behind it?
    Remembering that Nikolai would arrive at any second, I rushed back to the bathroom, quickly rinsed the suds from my hair and put on some shorts and a pink top. I left the bathroom still hurriedly brushing my hair, entered the living room and… froze.
    The brush fell from my hand and rolled under the table, but I didn’t bend to pick it up. For the second time that day I had to blink to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. The huge tattooed guy from the door was sitting on my couch with his arms behind his head, watching some game on TV.
    “What the...? How did you...?” I