"I didn't make a racket, Mira. The men who were trying to kidnap you made the racket." He paused. "Anyway, your neighbors weren't home. That's why the goons chose that time to break into your apartment. You live in the basement of that building, a very isolated place. It's old and well soundproofed. I doubt anyone noticed anything. They planned it that way.”

Her breathing hitched. "What do you mean? Who's they?’

It was hard to let her go, but he stepped back. She turned. Fear warred with rage on her face, and the latter emotion won. Her eyes were greener than brown now, made bright with anger.

"Your aspirin and your answers are in the bedroom," he answered.

With a baleful glare, she walked back into the bedroom.

He followed her. Once inside the room, he pointed at the nightstand and watched as she took the medicine.

Jack picked up the pair of blue silk pajamas he'd draped over a nearby chair. They were probably about her size. "It's late and I'm tired. I found these in one of my drawers. They should fit you." He nodded toward the bathroom. "Go in there and put them on. Feel free to take a shower if you'd like. The door locks from the inside, if it would make you feel better. I swept the room clean, however. Everything that could be a weapon is locked up, so don't waste your time looking.”

She just stared at him, her jaw locked and pretty eyes flashing.

"Do it and I'll explain everything when you come back out. I'm not going to hurt you.”

She glanced at the pajamas. "Whose are they?”

"Not some woman I just killed, I promise. They were left here by a friend.”

"I bet you have lots of friends.”

Jack shrugged. "I don't do too bad for myself.”

Mira snorted. "I'm sure you're the king of one-night stands.”

"One-night-stands are not fulfilling for either partner.”

She blinked. "I hesitate to ask why you think that. Then here I am, asking why.”

He smiled. "One night isn't long enough to learn a woman's body, how she likes to be touched." He paused and dropped his voice a little. "I wonder how many nights with me you could handle, Mira?”

She inhaled sharply. "Damn, you're an arrogant pig.”

He shrugged and held out the pajamas again. "Are you going to take them or not? You have to be sick of your work clothes by now, and they won't be comfortable to sleep in.”

She hesitated, then took the clothing and went into the bathroom. Obviously, she didn't feel at ease enough to take a shower because she emerged after five minutes dressed in the pajamas. The color made her eyes a little browner, he noticed, and her red-painted toenails peeked from the bottom of the too-long pants.

"Sit down on the bed," he instructed.