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looks fine. Only a small split that will heal over in no time.’
    I straightened up and sighed. ‘Thanks, guys.’
    Brendt spun to face Roslyn. ‘Perhaps next time you should be a little less hasty to assume the worst.’ His voice was harsh and deep.
    Roslyn laughed, indignant. ‘You ought to talk. I’m not the one who ran in with a golf stick.’
    ‘Well, if you hadn’t screamed like a fucking banshee, I wouldn’t have had to, and Anthea wouldn’t have nearly cracked her head open.’
    Roslyn took a step closer, planted her hands on her hips. She narrowed her eyes and through scowling lips said, ‘What’s your problem, Brendt? I said I was sorry. There isn’t much more I can do. It’s not like I purposely set out to hurt anyone. I was scared. I screamed. Simple as that.’
    ‘Brendt, it’s okay,’ I said. ‘I’m okay. It was an accident.’
    Brendt tensed his lips, then smiled apologetically. ‘I just hate seeing you…’ his eyes darted to Roslyn, ‘I hate to see any of you girls getting hurt.’
    I smiled. ‘Thank you. But I promise I’m okay. Really.’
    ‘Do you need me to get you some paracetamol, apply some antiseptic or something?’
    Lucas tensed as he stepped in beside me, placed an arm around my waist. ‘Thanks, Brendt. I’m sorry we got you up out of bed in the middle of the night when you have to work tomorrow. But I’m sure I’ll be able to help Anthea from here on out if she needs anything.’
    Brendt nodded slowly, shrugged one shoulder. ‘Right. Yeah, of course. Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’m going back to bed.’
    ‘See you tomorrow,’ I said.
    ‘Sure thing.’ And he strode out of the kitchen.
    Roslyn rolled her eyes and huffed. ‘Talk about freakin’ overreact. Anyway, I might get back to bed as well. I’ll leave you guys to it. Once again, Lucas, it was really great to meet you.’
    ‘Yeah, you too, Roslyn. I’ll see you next time.’
    Lucas pulled me into his embrace and kissed my forehead. ‘You’re feeling okay?’
    ‘I’m fine. Just a little tender.’ I pressed lightly against the bump on my head.
    Lucas’s features tensed. ‘I want to apologise for before.’
    My eyebrows arched high. ‘It’s not your fault I hit my head.’
    ‘No. I mean for getting carried away with you before all that even happened.’
    I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip. ‘Then I guess I need to apologise too, because I’m also a guilty party.’
    He ran his hands up and down my arms, goose bumps wakening under his touch. ‘We really need to do this the right way. You know — nice and slow.’
    I breathed in deeply. ‘So what does that mean exactly?’
    ‘It means we take it easy for now.’
    ‘Right. Easy.’ Although, I wasn’t entirely convinced how easy I could take it with Lucas. Perhaps if he hadn’t only moments ago kissed me the way he did, or ignited my body with his hands, then he might be simpler to resist.
    He kissed my cheek quickly. ‘I better get going.’
    My heart sank all the way to the pit of my belly. ‘Sure.’
    ‘I had a lot of fun tonight.’
    I managed a smile. ‘Me too.’
    ‘Talk soon?’
    ‘Yep.’
    He kissed my mouth, lingering for a moment too long, yet nowhere near long enough and walked to the foyer, waving once as he stepped in the lift and the doors closed, thieving him from me.
    ***
    While I showered, Lucas consumed my mind. He ate up every thought, even the throbbing of my bruised head. My muscles were firing, my veins tingling as I recalled how he tasted, how he smelt, how his hands felt…
    My hand slid down my belly and dipped between my thighs. I found my clit, wound as tight as a spring, and circled, fervent and determined, until I gasped and had to lean back against the cool tiled wall for balance. God damn, I had it bad for him.
    I dressed in my pyjamas, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. I was about to turn off my lamp when Roslyn crawled in beside me.
    ‘Lucas gone home, has he?’ she asked.
    ‘He left about