“And, if you did succeed in dragging me out, I wouldn’t be able to install your security system.” He flashed a grin at her.

He was dangerous to all women, but apparently to her in particular. Just looking at him turned her insides to mush. He melted her without trying, just by giving her a quick smile. Not even a high-wattage, just-for-her smile, just a casual one that showed his white teeth. And then there was his cocky, arrogant grin. She could weave tons of fantasy and perv around him for a good solid week with just one of his grins.

“Fine, I won’t try to take you down before you finish the security system.”

“I’m getting the tools out of my truck, so I’ll be leaving the door open for a minute or two. Wouldn’t want to have to lean on that buzzer.”

“I’m already tempted to use that thing for target practice,” she admitted, but the coffee was doing its job, putting her in a better mood. Still, she needed clothes. Her tank wasn’t covering much and as soon as he was outside, she was rushing to change.

She dragged old faded jeans from the drawers in her bedroom, underwear and a soft T-shirt and raced for the bathroom. She managed to close and lock the door before she heard the heavy front door swing shut. She did a quick once-over, teeth, hair, face, and dragged on her clothes. She rarely wore shoes inside. Mostly she just wore her sweats so she could work out whenever she felt like it.

Catarina loved her days off. She could be herself. She didn’t have to be on her guard every moment. She didn’t need to expend energy keeping her eyes on the floor and hiding behind baggy clothes and dark sunglasses. She read—a lot—listened to her music and spent hours punching and kicking the bag. She stretched and ate ice cream. She stretched more and drank coffee. She was free, and she enjoyed freedom.

“Need some help, Cat,” Ridley said as she emerged.

He was up on a ladder. A really tall ladder. He had no problems invading Malcom’s corner and confiscating anything he needed. Or maybe he’d brought the monstrosity. Either way, he was on nearly the very top rung and his hands were over his head, fiddling with a black mount.

“What do you need me to do?”

“You afraid of heights?” He glanced at her over his shoulder, his eyes taking her in, taking in the change of clothes and bare feet.