She welcomed the warmth as he wrapped his strong arms around her. Storm or no storm, she settled back into a restless sleep. Sometime later the storm surged with a loud, house-shaking crash. Gilda awoke with a gasp as a hand clamped over her mouth. Her heart raced and her muscles clenched as her breath stuck in her throat. "Don't make a sound, love." Kane hissed in her ear as he pressed against her. "I think someone just broke into your house again." She hadn't even heard Kane come into her bedroom. "What the hell?" Mick flew off the other side of the bed toward the bedroom door. While Gilda lay motionless, pinned beneath Kane's large hand with her eyes wide, Mick paused to listen, then returned to the bed. "Sounds like there might be two. Come on, Kane, we can take them." "Is this why Fabio told you to come here?" She pried Kane's hand off her mouth. She sat upright in her bed, damp hair plastered to her face and sweat flowing in small rivers between her breasts. "Just call the police." "Then you'd have to explain to Marion why there were two handsome men in your bedroom, and you're still fully clothed," Kane whispered.
