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Nikki put the dishes away while Kane wandered around the living room, looking at the meager stock of books in the shelves. She sounded like she was well-read, but the only books he noted were rather weathered ones on law.

“They were my father’s,” she told him. “He wanted to be a lawyer, but he couldn’t afford the time.”

Or the money, Kane thought silently. He glanced at her. “Don’t you have books of your own?”

“Plenty. They’re not here, though. The house tends to flood during storms and squalls, so we…I—” she caught herself “—don’t leave anything really valuable here.”

As if she probably had anything valuable. His dark eyes slid over her body quietly, enjoying its soft curves but without sending blatant sexual messages her way.

“You don’t look at me as other men do,” she said hesitantly. His eyebrows arched and she laughed self-consciously. “I mean,” she amended, “that you don’t make me feel inferior or cheap. Women are rather defensive when men wolf whistle and make catcalls. Perhaps they don’t realize how threatening it can be to a woman when she’s by herself. Or perhaps they do.”

“You’re very attractive. I suppose a man who lacks verbal skills uses the only weapons he has.”

“Weapons.” She tasted the word and made a face. “They are, aren’t they? Weapons to demean and humiliate.”