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someone.”
    “Then let’s get you back up to their apartment. I doubt a friend would want you driving around like this. I can get you some antibiotics, but you need to see your doctor. Ear infections can get nasty left untreated and the flu could easily become pneumonia.”
    “Is there perhaps a lounge I can just sit in for a minute,” she breathed out.
    “Who were you here to see?” the man asked, coming around to her driver’s door. “Come on, I’ll help you inside. The concierge will ring your friend.”
    “Acquaintance, we just met.” She took a calming breath and leaned along her car. “Mr. Blakemore.”
    “Jonathan let you leave in this state?” the doctor asked, eyes narrowed, and she let him help her inside the lobby. Hadn’t felt this bad yesterday morning when she got home from work. Cold and Flu medicine must’ve dulled the pain, because now she felt like crap.
    He led her into a lounge room behind the concierge desk where she sank into the sofa. The scent of fresh cleanser, where housekeeping had started to clean, made her nauseated.
    As she slipped into the darkness she had one thought, what really happened to her stockings?
     
     

 

Chapter Two
     
    Kenya sensed light blinking behind her lashes and the subtle familiar murmur of someone talking on the TV. News. The scent of clean linen filled her nostrils as she took in a breath. Home. Forcing herself to turn over, she cracked open an eye, expecting to see her mother had come over and made tea and soup. The familiar comfortable sofa she loved to sink into in her living room came into view. A pair of long tailored trousers stretched out under her coffee table. Jonathan Blakemore sat across from her on the chair. The burgundy sweater caressed his large torso a perfect complement to the chocolate-brown wool trousers. He could be a walking advertisement for the art of well-groomed dressing.
    “Before you say anything, I undressed you to make you comfortable. Doctor Weaver says you have an inner ear infection. It's why you were dizzy and passing out, your equilibrium is off and a spiking fever kept you unstable.”
    She didn't like he knew so much about her and her health. Kenya straightened her shoulders.
    “Thank you, but concern over what you've seen or not seen on me takes energy I don't have an abundance of right now,” Kenya said, easing her feet to the floor to sit up straight. Adjusting herself on the sofa cushions, she tucked a foot beneath her hips. He'd put her favorite, thick, fuzzy socks on while she slept. That also meant he went through her lingerie drawer...no thongs. Did that surprise him? Must not have since he hung around after confirming her a prude.
    “I'll have to trust in your humanity, that you're true to your word and I won't turn up with some communicable disease in a few weeks that I'll need a bag of prescriptions just to live a comfortable life,” she admitted suspicious of his chivalry. She hadn't had a long track record of kindness to gauge his actions by. Most people abused her caring nature figuring they needed to point out everything they would change about her when she liked who and what she had become...Kenya.
    Jonathan gave her a halted bemused stare, filled with a quiet sadness she couldn't entertain, not without the help of an experienced psychiatrist. “You paint an ugly picture of me, Kenya. I'll have to work on my image...for you.” 
    Now that her head stopped ringing, his comment made her heart lurch in her chest. 
    “Mr. Blakemore, don't mind me right now.” Grabbing a mint from the candy dish in the center of the table, popping the red and white swirl in her mouth, she continued, “It's disarming not knowing what went on while I slept, so you'll have to forgive me if my PR skills are less than gracious.”
    Sucking on the candy, she started to stand and Jonathan held up a hand to stall her movements. He collected his teacup and saucer from the table slid hers closer to her along with the tiny