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watch Roni if you get one of the suites at the front of the building facing the street."
    "Thanks." He walked to the stairs, taking two steps at a time up to the back door on the second story.
    He knocked once.
    Tiff opened the door. He dipped his chin in greeting and followed the madam down the hallway. She never acknowledged his relationship with Jeremy, and he never questioned her if she knew his reasons for coming to Red Light. How Jeremy handled his business was of no concern to him.
    "You'll be visiting Roni in the yellow room." Tiff stopped and opened the canary yellow door. "You have fifteen minutes."
    "Thanks," he said, stepping inside, his gaze swept the room for Roni.
    He found her standing in front of the bathroom door, robe tied around her slim waist, her hands behind her back. She had the face of an angel, one men would glance at and go back for a second look and decide never to walk away. Her short brown hair accented a bare neck that bowed forward in fear.
    The door closed.
    Alone with Roni, Dawson stayed on the other side of the bed. "How are you?"
    She stared at him without raising her head. He left his hands loose at his sides taking the way her dark blue eyes flittered over his face. She remained skittish despite giving her the news article on the phone backing his story regarding Vince.
    "I don't want you to come back here," she said, barely moving her lips.
    "That's not your choice to make. You're working at Red Light. I'm a paying customer."
    Roni moved forward one step and stopped. "If Vince is dead, leave me alone."
    "I can't do that," he whispered.
    She shifted to the side, closer to the door. "I'll inform the madam who you are and tell her you're trying to steal me away from the Network."
    "You can." He lowered his gaze to her chest. "But you won't."
    Through her silk robe, her breasts heaved with each breath. He brought his gaze back to her face and caught her brow lifting. If he would've paid more attention to the short distance between him and Roni and planned for her right arm coming up instead of appreciating her body, he could've blocked the knife cutting the air.
    A flash of heat sliced his cheek. He grabbed her wrist before she could take another swipe at him.
    She held a blunt knife in her fist. Not a steak knife or even a utility knife, but a God damn butter knife.
    "You got your one and only hit on me, Roni. Don't try to do that again." He squeezed her wrist until she dropped the knife.
    The utensil clattered on the hardwood floor. He stepped on the knife and let her go.
    She scurried across the room and pressed against the wall. He ignored the warmth of blood trailing down his cheek. If he could, he'd kill Vince again for what he'd done to the woman.

Chapter Three
    D awson picked the knife up off the floor that Roni had taken out of the kitchen and hid in her room. She curled her fingers into her empty hand and fought the urge to lift her arm and bite the barely felt hardness of her thumbnail.
    "You can keep the knife if it makes you feel safer to have a weapon." He stepped over and put it on the dresser. "Can you get me a washcloth before your madam comes back and thinks we got in a fight?"
    She refused to move. Not because she wanted to stand up to Dawson or she feared what Tiff would do once she discovered the damage she'd caused a customer, she couldn't move because she'd hurt another human being.
    She cut the skin on his cheek.
    Everything had happened faster than she could think.
    She'd brought the knife to her room because it made her feel better knowing there was a weapon available. Never planning on killing someone, she'd swung out at Dawson with enough anger to do some damage.
    She only meant to show him she wasn't helpless. If he tried to hurt her or take her with him when he left, the knife was something to dissuade him.
    The cut on his cheek was minor compared to death, but it wasn't until the knife met something solid that she could've killed him. The moment she swung out,