It was impossible not to hear the ring of truth in his voice. He was definitely the kind of man who would protect his woman by any means he needed.

“I’m just . . . careful,” she reiterated.

“All right. We’ll leave it at that, but your security system sucks. You need alarms and cameras on this place. The cargo doors, the windows, front door. Motion detectors. That’s my field of expertise, and even with what you’ve done, you’re still vulnerable.”

She knew that. She could only do one thing at a time and she had to prioritize. She always divided her money carefully. Bills and paying back the money she’d taken from Rafe’s safe first and then the rest on security. “I’m getting there.”

“You need to get there faster.” Again there was an edge to his voice. Impatience.

She glanced up and her gaze collided with his. It was a mistake. The golden glitter was back and she actually felt the edge of his anger. She moistened suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue and his gaze dropped to her mouth and softened instantly.

Her body reacted again, the strange electric awareness she felt in her breasts, up her thighs, in her belly and between her legs. It was instantaneous and powerful, so strong she couldn’t move. Her breathing changed. She heard smooth go to ragged. Her lungs burned for air.

His eyes went molten. Hungry. He took a step toward her. Catarina threw her hand up, stepping back, shaking her head. He stopped instantly, his fist closing around the chain suspending the heavy workout bag, knuckles going white.

“I’m not used to having anyone around me for very long,” she admitted in a low voice, hoping he would just understand and leave. “I don’t have great social skills. This is difficult for me.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

She wanted to close her eyes against the smooth, velvet tone. She needed to block out the look on his face. Carved. Hungry. The hot flames in his eyes. His eyes. She felt as if a ravenous beast of prey had turned his attention fully on her, focused and deadly, and now that she had his attention, he wasn’t going to ever be diverted.

She swallowed the lie and went for a half-truth. “Maybe. I don’t know.” She was terrified of him. She had no idea why he was there or how she’d let him this far into her life. It wasn’t like her. It went against every rule she had. It went against common sense. She’d worked hard to get to a place where she could live free and enjoy her life, but at the same time make certain everyone around her was safe. This was not safe. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She had no idea how Ridley Cromer ended up in her warehouse, in her personal living space.