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what it was as the disc burrowed its way through the wood.
    She was stunned. He wasn’t really doing this, was he? Her quiet and charming David that wined and dined her once a week?
    The wood piece fell and when it hit against the slats of the chair, she was pulled out of her daze. Either that or it was the sound of buzzing getting louder that got her attention. She wasn’t positive. All she did was stare in horrified disbelief as David’s hand fit through the newly made hole. He didn’t feel around and there was literally no hesitation as his fingers instantly closed over the chair back before he pushed it aside. After it toppled he simply fit his hand over the knob, turned it and opened the door.
    And there he was…
    Without a thought she threw the phone at him and wanted to cry when he ducked to the left and it sailed right over him. It hit the hardwood beyond with a spectacular crash. Half the phone jumped right, a quarter went left and the remainder landed in a scattered mess under the coffee table.
      She didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure she was breathing, even, when he shut off the machine and slowly lifted it so he could blow the sawdust off the back of his hand. When he was finished he tilted his head and calmly asked, “Are you done?”
    She had no answer for him as the disc’s slowing rotation had her mesmerized. Enthralled and captivated, but then she looked up and really wished she’d stuck to getting dizzy watching the spinning metal because now she had another reason to be dizzy.

    The ire she spotted shining in his penetrating eyes...

Chapter Three
    “You—you tunneled through the door.”
    David shrugged off Lacy’s accusation. He didn’t need to read her tea leaves to know she wasn’t happy about it.
    “You—you could have injured me. How did you know I wasn’t leaning against it?”
    Simple. He’d looked through the lock, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.
    His silence caused her to warm up to the subject as she repeated, “You wrecked my door.”
    Sure and he wasn’t about to explain either that he’d seen the raised panel replacement leaning up against a wall on the porch earlier, and if that weren’t proof enough that it was expendable, there’d been a big red ‘x’ on this one, right in the center where he’d tunneled. He knew what that meant. It indicated Joe was going to demolish it eventually, so he didn’t get why she was bitching about it. It wasn’t like he ruined a perfectly good door. “I did.”
    “You…? I want the key.”
    He bent and put the small hand tool down. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed how she nervously edged closer to the bed. Not a very wise move for a woman in possible peril.
    “Are you going to give it to me?”
    He straightened. “What? The key to the belt?”
    Her chin lifted a notch. “Yes.”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “How is it you sound surprised by my answer?” He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting. Fuming because she looked damn good. All clean and shiny. Even at this distance he was nearly drowning in her scent. She smelled like fresh strawberries. She probably tasted like them too. And her hair. He loved her hair. It was thick. She normally wore it straight so when she turned, it swung over her shoulders like watery silk. But right now, after being left to dry on its own for a bit, it had worked into a series of soft coils that begged for him to spear through the sausage-like twists and separate the strands with his fingers.
    “You’re a reasonable man.”
    If she knew what he was envisioning doing to her right at the moment she’d take that back. “I can be.” He came away from the doorframe and sighed. “Unfortunately I’m not feeling very reasonable right at the moment.” He uncrossed his arms and made a big show of picking a few stray bits of sawdust off his Armani suit as he added, “In fact, until I get some answers and you and I figure out how we’re going