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Sunset In Central Park (From Manhattan with Love 2)

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What was he doing in the apartment? He wasn’t supposed to be home.

“She’s the intruder.”

His expression was grim, and Eva realized that everyone was glaring at her. Everyone except Albert, who looked as confused as she felt.

“I’m not an intruder. I was told the apartment was empty.” The injustice of it stung. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“And how would you know that? Do you research which apartments are empty at Christmas?” He might be sexy, but he didn’t give away smiles lightly.

Eva wondered how she’d suddenly turned into the bad guy. “Of course not. I was asked to do this.”

“You had an accomplice?”

“If I were an intruder, would I have dialed 911?”

“Why not? Once you realized there was someone home it would have been the perfect way of appearing innocent.”

“I am innocent.” Eva looked at him in disbelief. “Your mind is a strange, twisted thing.”

She glanced at the police officer for support, but found none.

“On your feet.”

His tone was cold and brusque and Eva eased her bruised, crushed body into a sitting position.

“That’s easier said than done. I have at least four hundred broken bones.”

Lucas reached down and hauled her upright. “The human body does not have four hundred bones.”

“It does when most of them have been snapped in half.”

His strength shouldn’t have surprised her, given that he’d already crushed her to the ground under his body.

“Why is everyone glaring at me? Instead of interrogating me about breaking and entering, they should be arresting you for assault. What are you doing here, anyway? You’re supposed to be in Vermont—not skulking here.”

“I own the apartment. A person can’t ‘skulk’ in their own apartment.” His brows came together in a fierce frown. “How did you know I was supposed to be in Vermont?”

“Your grandmother told me.” Eva tested her ankle gingerly. “And you were definitely skulking. Creeping around in the dark.”

“You were the one creeping around in the dark.”

“I was admiring the snow. I’m a romantic. As far as I know that isn’t a crime.”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” The officer stepped forward. “We’ll take her down to the precinct, Lucas.”

“Wait—” Lucas barely moved his hand, but it was enough to stop the man in his tracks. “Did you say my grandmother told you I was in Vermont?”

“That’s right, Mr. Blade.” Albert intervened. “This is Eva, and she’s here at the request of your grandmother. I verified it myself. None of us knew you were in residence.”

There was a faint hint of reproach in his voice. Lucas ignored it.

“You know my grandmother?”

“I do. She employed me.”

“To do what, exactly?”

His eyes had darkened. It was like looking at a threatening sky before a very, very bad storm.



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