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on the phone, and Miss Rocki was playing the piano. You know how she gets when she’s playing.”
    “Then you wait for me to get off the phone; you just don’t take off.”
    Nicki looked down at her shoes. “Sorry, Bree.”
    “Okay. Just don’t do it again. I’ve got to get back downstairs, and I’m sure Storm has work he needs to get done. Maybe you two can schedule a lesson over dinner.”
    “Aw, Bree. Can’t I just bring my markers and paper up here now?”
    “No. Miss Patrice is coming to pick you up for a playdate in a little while. She’s going to take you and her girls to the park. You wouldn’t want to miss that, would you?”
    “I guess not.” Nicki didn’t look so sure as she dragged her feet all the way out of Bree’s bedroom.
    Bree turned back to Storm. “We have wireless, so there’s really no need to work in my room.”
    “I didn’t have the password, and this is a more secure connection—especially while I’m downloading files.” Storm smirked at her again. “I promise not to disturb your stuff. Besides, after Pete comes home, you’ll be moving back to your place, right?”
    She hadn’t thought that far ahead. For her, the last few weeks had been a one-day-at-a-time kind of thing, but she couldn’t imagine leaving Pete and Nicki with only Storm to take care of them. What if Nicki had nightmares?What if Pete needed her? “You could go stay at my place if you want.”
    Storm stood and moved closer to her, filling the small room with his presence. She was tempted to step back, but she didn’t. She craned her neck to look him in the eye. If she took a deep breath, her chest would hit his. Damn him.
    “Why did you ask for help if you were just going to refuse it? Why the hell did I drag my ass halfway around the world to come here?”
    “I don’t know. Why did you? You’re just going to take off again.” Bree turned and stepped toward the door—the door he shut before she got there.
    He practically vibrated with what looked like barely contained anger. The closer he came, the bigger he seemed. “What the hell do you want, Breezy?” He breathed into her ear. “An apology for something that happened eleven years ago?”
    “I want nothing from you.” She meant that to sound indignant; instead, it came out sounding breathless. She couldn’t think when he was this close. She stepped back and hit the door.
    Storm slammed a hand against the doorframe, trapping her. “That’s too bad, Breezy, because I want a hell of a lot from you.” His mouth came down on hers, but she wouldn’t call it a kiss—not like any kiss she’d ever had. It was more like a war. She wasn’t sure whether he was fighting her, himself, or whatever this thing was between them.
    He shuddered beneath her hands, against her body. His thigh slid between hers as he dragged her closer and pressed her back against the door. Passion—hot and furious—exploded between them. And God help her,she dug her nails into his shoulders, and held on, taking, giving, melting and inciting him, wanting more.
    A knock sounded. “Bree, Patrice is here. Are you coming?”
    Storm dragged in a breath close to her ear. “Not yet, but you’re close.”
    She wanted nothing more than to kick him right in the balls—she would have too if her legs hadn’t been wrapped around his waist.
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    The look on Breezy’s face was the only thing keeping Storm from laughing. She looked pissed enough to do bodily harm, but since he was holding her up, she didn’t dare, and he was in no mood to unhand her ass. Damn, she felt so good against him, he’d almost come in his pants.
    “Be right there, Nicki. Grab your backpack on the counter.” She stabbed him with those ice-cold green eyes. “Let me down.”
    “We’re not finished.”
    “We were finished eleven years ago when you ran out the door. Naked.”
    “That was then; this is now. I’m not the one running, Breezy. If anyone is running, it’s you.” He slid her down his