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there.” He brushed her hair back, keeping the pack on her face. “Will you do that for me?”
    He trusted her. Believed in her. “Yes.”
    “Good. Now lay back down.” He pulled her against him, tucking the quilt around her. “Let me hold you awhile.” He rocked the glider in a smooth, easy motion.
    Kat sighed against him, starting to feel the meds working through her system.
    “How come you never told me you used to dance?”
    In the dark night, it all felt far away. “I just did it for fun, and I can’t do it anymore. Not like that.”
    “You dance when you bake. You look damn sexy doing it too.”
    Did he really think so? “Habit. I used to bake at my grandmother’s, and we danced all the time. Her name was Sylvia, she was my mom’s mom. At first, my mom didn’t want me in her dance school, but I cried when they put me in science or math programs and camps. I hated them. They made me feel stupid.”
    Sloane brushed her hair. “Your grandma rescued you?”
    The memories made her smile despite her sore face. “She was on my emergency-contact list. If I cried, she’d come get me and let me dance with the kids at her school. It was fun, no pressure. Grandma never cared if I was good. She only wanted me to feel the music. Eventually my parents let me have my way while they focused on SiriX and Marshall.”
    “Were you good?”
    “Not professionally good. I didn’t have a passion for it like that. I loved it because it was an escape, a place where I could just be me. She also supported my baking. Her favorite were my peanut butter cookies.”
    “You loved her very much. When did she die?”
    “A year before I bought Sugar Dancer. Breast cancer.” Kat felt herself starting to drift. “Do you know those pictures in my bakery? The ones of the dancer forms?”
    “They look like they’re made of colored sugar.”
    He remembered, and that warmed her as much as the blanket and his arms. “Yeah. I had those done from her still shots when she danced professionally. I love those pictures. It’s silly, I guess. I wanted her there with me.”
    “Not silly.” Sloane kissed her hair, his warm breath sliding over her skin. “They are a tribute of love.”
    He made her feel so safe and loved. She was drifting further, her eyelids getting heavy. “I’m falling asleep. I’ll go back to bed so you don’t have to wake me up.”
    “I’ve got you. Sleep, baby. I’ll put you in bed when I go.”
    * * *
    Kat opened her eyes to full sunlight blazing into the room. Rolling over, she glanced at the clock and startled. After ten a.m. She vaguely remembered Sloane waking her at some point to get her to take more pills and then…nothing until now. She must have been dead asleep.
    The bakery. Grabbing her phone, she found three text messages from Kellen. All variations of, Everything is fine here, talk later.
    She texted back, Just woke, and love you more than chocolate chunk brownie sundaes. Thanks for saving my ass.
    That’s Dr. Ass Saver to you, Kit Kat. I have a PhD.
    Kat laughed and regretted it when pain sliced from her eye to her cheek and twinged her ribs. Laughing hurts, Dr. Ass.
    Glad you’re alive to feel it. I’m taking home brownies and cookies as payment. Later.
    After a shower to loosen up, she headed downstairs and found Sloane, John and Drake at the conference table in Sloane’s home office. Bright sunlight and a cool breeze streamed in from the opened French doors overlooking the ocean. But all three men were focused on a big-screen TV mounted on the wall across from Sloane’s desk.
    A serious-looking man said into the camera, “A source inside the hospital confirmed that Ethan Hunt is one of SLAM Inc’s fighters, and that steroid use is the suspected cause of his heart attack. Which led to this accident.”
    Kat was stunned to see pictures of the limo with the front left end crunched against the wall and surrounded by flashing lights from emergency vehicles.
    “There will be an investigation