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be back shortly with your new dog.” He was halfway down the steps before he let himself smile. When the door shut and locked behind him, he let out a relieved laugh, thankful she didn’t see the physical effect she had on him.

C HAPTER 5
    The door to her new apartment jiggled against Skye’s back, as if someone had tried to walk in only to find it locked. She wasn’t sure how long she’d stood leaning against the only thing she thought would hold her up the moment Logan left. She’d never been the kind of woman who was bowled over by a man—especially a man who was engaged—no matter how good-looking he was or how great he smelled, or how good he felt against her.
    She shook her head. She was proud of herself; she’d been forceful—something she’d been working on for some time—and she’d gotten her point across. She had to admit, Logan took it like a man. Still, the entire episode left her feeling as shaky as a sailor after a yearlong voyage, fighting to find his land legs.
    She took a deep breath, stepped aside, threw the dead bolt, and pasted on a smile. “Hey, you’re back.”
    Patrice carried Pepperoni in and was followed by a limping, tearstained Nicki, and Francis wearing a grim expression, holding D.O.G.’s leash tight against his thigh.
    “What happened?” One look at the ripped knees of Nicki’s jeans told the story.
    “D.O.G. pulled too hard and I fell.”
    Skye took Nicki’s hand. “Come on in and let’s get you cleaned up. I have a first aid kit in my bag. Go on into the bathroom and I’ll be there in a second.”
    Patrice put Pepperoni down and unhooked her leash. “You don’t have to do that. I can take Nicki back to the bar and clean her up there.”
    “Nonsense. I have everything we’ll need in my bag. When you’re a chef, you need a good first aid kit in every kitchen, even your kitchen at home. Once we get it cleaned out, it’ll stop stinging. It’s not a problem.”
    “Okay.” Patrice lifted her perfectly arched eyebrows in what looked like surprise.
    “Francis”—Skye turned to him—“there’s beer, soda, or a bottle of champagne that Logan brought over in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want.” She dragged her suitcase into the bedroom, tossed it on the foot of the bed, and rooted through it until she found her first aid kit. By the time she made it to the bathroom, Patrice had Nicki’s pants rolled above her knees and was washing them with a soapy washcloth. She looked over Patrice’s shoulder at the scraped knees, and then to Nicki, who was blinking back tears and showing a brave face. “That hurts, huh? I have a spray that will numb it and finish cleaning it at the same time. Then all we have to do is put some antibacterial cream on it and cover it with Band-Aids.”
    Patrice rinsed off Nicki’s wounds, patted them dry, and then cleaned up the sink.
    Skye knelt and then sprayed the abrasions.
    Nicki sucked in a breath through her teeth.
    Skye blew on the abrasions to relieve the sting. “There. It’s better now, isn’t it?” She waited for Nicki’s nodbefore squeezing antibiotic ointment onto the wound. “I’m just going to put a little bit on the scrapes and you won’t feel a thing. Promise.”
    “Really?” Nicki didn’t look too sure.
    “Believe me, I grew up with four brothers and I was always the one getting hurt.”
    “Okay.” Nicki stilled, her eyes locked on Skye. “I have three brothers—Storm, Logan, and Slater.”
    She had the Band-Aids on before Nicki even noticed. “There you go. You’ll be all better in no time.” Sitting back on her heels, Skye helped Nicki roll down her tattered jeans.
    “Thanks for taking care of me.”
    “Anytime, Nicki.”
    Nicki followed her out and Skye tugged on one of her pigtails. They found Patrice and Francis curled on the couch sipping sodas.
    Francis pulled himself to his feet. “All better, Nicki?”
    Nicki nodded.
    “Good girl.” He checked his watch. “I’ve got to get to