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any indication he was nearing forty—which made him about a decade older than Katrina. Too old for her, in my opinion. Katrina was young, and even without any makeup on she was stunning. What was it about Christian that she’d fallen for him?
    I thought of Wesley and his good looks and how that made him attractive to practically every woman out there. Wasn’t I smart enough to know that looks weren’t everything?
    Maybe Katrina wanted a guy she could trust to be faithful. One who was more mature and ready to settle down. Maybe Christian was that guy.
    â€œDid you sleep well?” Christian asked.
    Was that his way of asking if I’d heard them? I nodded. “Yeah. Pretty good.” Then, facing Katrina, I said, “I smell hazelnut-flavored java.”
    She held up the open container of coffee grinds. “Oh yeah. I always make coffee upstairs. I know I could just as easily have some in the shop, but I need that first cup to get me going.”
    Especially if she’d spent most of the night fighting … and then making up. I felt the dull ache from a fatigue headache, so I knew Katrina had to be tired. “Makes sense.”
    â€œI’m gonna shower,” Christian announced, then gave Katrina a peck on her forehead. He quickly exited the kitchen area on the far side—away from me—and I guessed that he was trying to hide a hard-on.
    â€œMake it a cold one!” Katrina called after him.
    I grinned as I stepped into the kitchen. Whatever had brought these two together, they seemed to have a healthy sexual appetite for each other. Had their ugly fight last night simply been a one-off?
    A look of understanding flashed in Katrina’s eyes as she met my gaze. Clearly reading my mind, she said in a lowered voice, “You probably heard us last night.”
    â€œYeah,” I told her, my voice barely above a whisper. I was glad she was willing to address what had happened. “Is everything okay?”
    â€œWe just had a fight,” she explained. “It got a bit heated, yes, but we’d both been drinking. Everything’s fine between us now. I’m sorry if you were worried.”
    My shoulders drooped with relief. “I was worried, yes. But I didn’t know if I should bring up the subject, so I’m glad you did.”
    â€œI can only imagine what you thought. And your first night here.”
    â€œI was definitely startled.”
    She made a face, as though embarrassed. “Gosh, I really am sorry.”
    â€œIt’s okay.” It sounded like it was one night of crazy behavior, and for that I was glad. I was worried that I’d moved into a home with two people who were emotionally unpredictable.
    But my relief came to a screeching halt when Katrina began to fill the coffeemaker with water and I noticed a bruise on the back of her arm. Just how rough had things gotten between them last night?
    â€œHey,” I said, deciding not to pretend I hadn’t seen her arm. “Your arm.”
    Turning, Katrina looked at me. Then, seeing where I was looking, she craned her neck over her shoulder to look down at the back of her arm.
    â€œShit. Didn’t notice that.”
    â€œAre you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
    Katrina turned the coffee machine on. “Yeah. I told you, it was a stupid spat. That’s all.”
    I eyed the bruise, making out what appeared to be the shape of fingers. I wasn’t convinced.
    â€œDid Christian come from England to be with you here?” I asked. “Or did you meet him here?”
    â€œActually, I met him here.”
    â€œYou did?” I was surprised. I figured for sure they’d met via online dating.
    â€œHe was down here in January to run the Key West half marathon.”
    â€œYou’re a runner?”
    â€œMe? God no. I met Christian when he came in here and we got to talking.” Katrina’s lips curled in a smile. “He was really sweet, and