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Nixie stopped kicking and spun to
face him. “She attacked us! She’s crazy.”

“I know,”
Clark
reassured.

“You know?” Nixie asked accusingly.

“A robbery and a drive-by shooting
to the same people in the same day is too coincidental. We had an officer trailing
you, doing surveillance.”

“Oh.”

Clark
’s partner finished handcuffing Sarah while a third officer opened
the back of the moving van.

When it slid open, Nick weakly
complained. “Hey! That’s my stuff.”

“It’s mine!” Sarah shrieked,
struggling against the officer holding her. “You are mine, Nick!”

Nick staggered to his feet,
hobbling unsteadily.

Nixie rushed to his side, helping
to support him. She fawned over him, tenderly running her fingers over
scratches and scrapes, making sure there wasn’t any lasting damage.

“How dare you put your hands on him.”
Sarah hissed. “He is mine!”

Nixie frowned. “Then why’d you hit
him with a moving van?”

“I was aiming for you!”

“That’s enough,” the officer
holding Sarah warned. He led her to the nearby police car and opened the back
door.

“Hey, Sarah,” Nick called out.

She looked up with wild, hopeful
eyes as she was forced into the backseat.

“Nixie kicked your ass.”

The door slamming in her face cut
off Sarah’s screaming response.

“We’re going to need you to come by
the station to make a statement,”
Clark
informed them. “This time, please make an effort to come in.”

Nick humbly promised to swing by
the police station as soon as he got back from a trip to the hospital to make
sure he hadn’t damaged anything.

As the squad car holding Sarah
pulled away, Nixie realized that Joe was standing outside his building with a
startled look on his face.

Her eyes widened and she hobbled
over, still supporting Nick. “Joe! I can explain why I’m late. I have a really
good reason. Honest. I…”

“It’s fine,” he said, cutting her
off. “Just…take the rest of the week off. Take care of…” He waved his hand at
Nick. “Think of it as a paid vacation.” He backed away from them as if
frightened, quickly retreating to his store.

“Do you know how much sex we can
have in a week?” Nick asked.

Nixie turned to him, brows
furrowed. “You just got hit by a moving van.” She didn’t want to add that the
police had confiscated the van, but more importantly, all of his possessions
inside as evidence. “How can you be thinking about sex?”

“Because watching you battle to
defend me was hot.” He daubed at her lip, his finger coming away with a bit of
blood. “You were a warrior woman.”

Nixie rolled her eyes. “Let’s just
get you to the hospital.” On his pout, she added seductively, “That way, once
we leave, I’ll have doctor’s orders to keep you in bed all week.”

Nick rewarded her with a wicked
grin.

Epilogue

Three Months Later

“I’m not ready! I’m not!”

Nick grabbed Nixie’s face in his
hands and kissed her firmly. “You are ready.”

They were outside a theater that
was holding a premier for some new movie. The red carpet stretched out for what
looked like a mile in front of their limo, filled with eager reporters.

The week after the incident with
Sarah, who was now locked away in a nice padded psychiatric ward, tabloid pictures
had surfaced of Nixie being hauled off of Sarah by Officer Clark. The
photographer had gotten an embarrassing shot up Nixie’s skirt. The magazines
published pictures of her exposed black lace panties. Since then, she and Nick
had been avoiding the press. Now was the time to come out and look fabulous on
the arm of her rich, handsome, and sophisticated boyfriend.

“You can do this,” Nick encouraged
as he swung the door of the limo open and pulled her out to stand next to him.

Nixie blinked back the flashes of
light from the cameras. She almost went dashing back into the safety of the
limo, but Nick wrapped his arm around her waist. “You look breathtaking,” he
assured.
  

With a deep, shaky intake of air,
Nixie nodded and let Nick guide her down the red carpet. She was halfway done,
halfway to safety when the worst happened. Her clumsiness kicked in.

Her shoe got caught in the carpet
and she tumbled to her knees. As her hands hit the ground, she felt her face
heat up in embarrassment. She’d just fallen over…on the red carpet.

Strong arms suddenly scooped her up
and Nixie found herself cradled against Nick’s chest. He held her loosely in
his arms, preparing to carry her over the red carpet, like a groom would carry
a bride.

“Is it odd that I want to ravish you
right now?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.” Nixie giggled. Her eyes
strayed from Nick as he began walking toward the building, carrying her in his
arms as if she was weightless. She cautiously observed the onslaught of
reporters, anticipating their awful questions.
What did it feel like to fall in front of millions of people? What is
someone like Nicholas Morgan doing with you?
She shivered as a million more
horrible thoughts like these ran through her mind.

“Nixie!” The female reporter
closest to them called out. “Whose shoes are you wearing tonight? They are
adorable.”

Nixie glanced down at her dangling
feet, studying the sparkling black flats. “Payless,” she practically whispered.

The reporter looked absolutely
pleased. “So down to earth.”

Nick swept her inside, avoiding any
other questions. “What happened to the twelve-hundred-dollar designer boots I
bought you for tonight?” he asked, slightly amused.

“The heels were pretty high. I was
afraid I’d trip and make myself look like a klutz.”

With a chuckle, Nick planted her
carefully on the floor. “Ah, Nixie. I do love you.”

“I love you, too.” She murmured the
confession against his lips an instant before he kissed her.

Nick pulled back and stared at her
very seriously. “Nix…” Taking a deep breath, he pressed on. “I was being honest
a couple months ago, when I said I wanted you to marry me.”

Nixie felt a goofy grin spread
across her face. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiled back and ran his
thumb along her bottom lip. “You said you’d think about it. Have you come to a
decision? Will you marry me?”

Nixie squealed and wrapped him into
a fierce hug. “Of course I will!”

“So,” Nick whispered, pulling her
into a gentle kiss. “Want to have sex to celebrate?”

“
Here
?” Nixie couldn’t hide her disbelief. “Now?” On his nod, she
said, “Nicholas Morgan, you are insatiable!”

He growled in delight. “I do
believe so, but I’ll give you the next sixty-some years to test that theory.”

With a smile, Nixie pulled him
toward a small janitor’s closet. “I’d better start collecting data as soon as
possible.
 
“It’s a very important project,
full of many tests and experiments.”

The closet door closed behind them,
sealing them in as Nick fingered the small, heart-shaped locket around her
neck. “Experiment away.” Then his lips captured hers.

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