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looks. And I have an alarm.”
    Alex glanced at the alarm system. Astonishingly, it actually looked top of the line.
    “I’m surprised these apartments have alarms,” he said. He moved over to the fridge, unable to resist looking in. There was a half-full carton of orange juice, some eggs and a few carrots.
    “Will you stop snooping around,” she ordered, walking over to the threadbare sofa. She sat down with a sigh.
    “You’d think they would fix the holes in the wall before bothering with an alarm,” Alex said as he prowled around. A crate with a blanket over it acted as her coffee table. On top of it were a pile of books.
    “The other apartments don’t have alarms,” she told him tiredly.
    He frowned as he wondered how she could afford it.
    “It was a gift from a friend,” she added.
    Alex stiffened at her words. His wife had had lots of ‘gifts’ from friends. He’d only learned later that those friends were men she was sleeping with.
    “Is that so?” he said coldly.
    “What?” she asked looking at him in confusion. “Yes, have you got a problem with that?”
    “What kind of friend? That’s a very expensive gift for a friend to give you.”
    “What are you talking about?” she asked with exasperation. “What do you care how much it cost?”
    “Just wondering what you gave them in return.”
    She jumped to her feet then let out a low moan and nearly crumpled to the floor. He grabbed her before she could land, scooping her up into his arms. He groaned at the feel of her soft body against his.
    Tara barely weighed a thing and he remembered that she’d said she hadn’t eaten in hours. He’d given her a chocolate bar at the club, but that wasn’t enough.
    “Put me down,” she ordered, wriggling in his arms.
    “Lie still,” he growled as he placed her back on the sofa. She tried to sit up, but he held her down, kneeling on the floor beside her. “Stay there.”
    “I just stood up too quickly, I’m fine.”
    He gave her a firm look. “You nearly fainted again. I’m ordering you some takeout.”
    “It’s too late to eat. Besides, I want you to leave.”
    “I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure you’re all right. There’s a pizza place on the corner, I’ll go get you a slice.”
    She shook her head. “I can’t eat the pizza there. I’m gluten intolerant. You need to go. You call me a slut, but you want to stay and look after me? Can you see a problem with that?”
    “I did not call you a slut,” he said, although he knew he’d implied it. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
    She looked at him suspiciously. “Fine,” she said grudgingly after a moment. “You still need to go. I want to sleep.”
    The smudges under her eyes seemed to have grown darker and he knew staying here was only delaying her rest.
    He stood. “All right, I’m going. But make sure you eat something.”
    “Bossy Dom,” she muttered under her breath. He decided to pretend he hadn’t heard her.
    “And you are to make an appointment with your doctor to get a check-up. Before you come back to the club, I want a medical certificate stating that you’re well.”
    An alarmed look crossed her face. “What? You can’t do that.”
    “I can,” he said firmly. “You could have been hurt tonight, Tara. It’s not acceptable.”
    Seeing her so lifeless in Sloan’s arms had brought him to near panic. Dismissing his feelings for her wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d hoped. Maybe they could have a relationship without getting serious. After all she’d obviously had ‘friends’ before. One of them had put an alarm system in her apartment. Too bad he hadn’t insisted that she move somewhere safer.
    If she was his, he’d have her out of here so quick she’d have no time to protest. Maybe there was some way of getting her to move somewhere safer, somewhere closer to his place.
    Alex shook his head. He’d decided to distance himself from her. Hadn’t he? He really wasn’t sure what he