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Maybe he was too tired, and was seeing things.
So it must be a dream.
Lukas blinked and stared at the vision before him. Clouds of steam billowed within the bathroom, and Kat emerged from it, aiming the blunt point of his Japanese sword at his eye.
Fuck. The woman would have put his eye out if he hadn't gotten the blade away from her.
His fingers still remained encircled tightly around her slim wrist, and she was staring up at him, her face white with what he assumed was shock.
She damned well deserved to be shocked, accosting him like this in his own damned bathroom. He was naked, for God's sake.
"What are you doing here?" he growled, the timbre of his voice showing his bear's frustration.
Her eyelids fluttered while she thought of a response, and a tremor ran through her hands. The envelope held within her fingers shook too.
"I... er..." She hesitated, licking her lips before she straightened her spine and waved the crumpled envelope in his face. "I came to leave this with you."
She fell silent and swallowed, her eyes trailing along his chest and down to his abdomen. She halted the inspection sharply and looked back up at his face.
"What was so important that you had to break into my house and threaten me with a sword?"
She let out a sharp laugh. "Firstly, that stupid sword of yours wouldn't kill a dead man. Who the hell buys blunt weapons anyway?"
Lukas laughed and took a step closer, his abdomen brushing against her. "Easier to import blunt weapons into the country. Sharp ones have a red-tape issue."
She lifted an eyebrow, as if she thought the excuse wasn't up to snuff, but she accepted it anyway.
"And secondly?"
"Huh?" she asked, her eyelids fluttering as her gaze drifted down again. Lukas was monumentally tempted to accidentally drop the towel. But he didn't.
"Your issue with my blunt sword was firstly." He lifted his own eyebrow, and she flushed red as she caught the double meaning. He had to admit that a flustered and nervous Kat was completely enticing.
She tightened her jaw and lifted her chin, the red slowly fading from her cheeks. "Yes, and secondly, I didn't want to inconvenience you, so I brought the contract to you. Signed, sealed, and delivered."
Lukas frowned, shifting closer just the tiniest bit. "And how would I have been inconvenienced had you not so kindly delivered the contract to me?" he murmured.
Kat cleared her throat. "You said you'd come to me. And I didn't want you to pitch up at my apartment. Carson's home, and she wouldn't take the sight of a Sarkozy very well."
The corner of Lukas's mouth lifted. "I'm not convinced that Carson would hate the entire genetic line for one man's indiscretion."
"Indiscretion?" Kat's eyes hit her hairline. "Did he cheat on her? Is that how he broke her heart?"
Lukas shook his head. How did the conversation end up turning to Marek? "No. He didn't cheat. So why don't we let their problem be their problem? Marek and his mate will work things out eventually."
"His mate?" asked Kat, her eyes wide.
Lukas inhaled harshly, caught between amusement and annoyance. "Yup. Mate. Lover. Honey. Squeeze. Cuddle-bunny..."
Kat laughed. "Okay, fine. Anyway, I need to get going." Her gaze flickered downward again, and Lukas grinned as he felt himself harden in response. Her eyes widened--she'd seen his arousal--and she took a step away. "I really should be going."
Lukas stepped between her and the door, and in response, she rounded him, swapping positions as she now stood with her back to the shower.
He closed in on her and said softly, "Maybe you should stay a while. Since you made the trip to see me."
"I didn't come to see you." She waved the contract in his face. "Here, take it so I can be on my way."
Lukas took another step closer to her, and Kat did what he wanted her to. She took two steps back and ended up just inside the shower, her bare feet slapping against the wet tiles. She glanced around her and sucked in a breath. Then her expression shifted
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