She tried to sensibly assimilate the situation. Had Mark really asked this…this weird stranger to keep an eye on her? And if so, had Mark told her that he’d arranged for someone to drop in on her from time to time and the information had slipped through the cracks of her less-than-alert brain? She narrowed her eyes on Noah. “How did you get in?” “Through a door. Isn’t that how you enter someone’s home?” “An unlocked door?” she asked, concerned that Mark might have inadvertently missed locking one of the doors and she hadn’t been safe from intruders at all, which she, within the foggy reaches of her mind, had been counting on. “Nope.” Noah produced the key. “With this.” The sight of that key panicked her. “You have a key? You mean you can just walk into this house anytime you take the notion?” Noah stood there looking down at her. She was probably cute as a cuddly little doll when she wasn’t black-and-blue, but it was hard for him—with his medical training and experience—to get past the blotchy bruises on her face.
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