Personality @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CHAPTER NINE Fourteen hours later, Nicole stood in the office doorway of Max’s apartment looking down the hall towards the stairs. She knew Max was up there, sitting in his window on the landing between the floor where she stood and the upper loft where they’d discovered passion. Identifying his physical location was sure a hell of a lot easier than figuring out where his head was. What the hell had she done, getting romantically involved with a man so tangled up inside himself? She’d worked with troubled masculinity before. She knew the risks and still she’d walked into this…whatever it was. From the moment she and Max been awakened by Claire’s anxious call, he’d become a stranger to her. What the heck was going on with him? Normally, he was silent and walled-off, but at least he was usually there behind his cool, cynical eyes.
