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    place for you to hide.” His words followed her out of the room and up
    the hall to where she looked out the door and found the police.
    “Can I help you, Officers?” she asked, taking in the two who
    stood there on the other side of her screen door.
    “We are looking for a man who was last seen in this area,” the
    larger of the two cops said.
    “Sorry, Officer, you are going to need to be a bit more specific
    than that. There are a lot of men around here.”
    His eyes narrowed at her quick retort, but he continued. “He
    may be injured.”
    Years of keeping a bland expression on her face came in handy
    now as she merely said, “And?”
    “Can we come in?” the other cop asked.
    She shrugged and opened the door, inviting them in. “Can you
    give me a bit more information about this person you are looking for?”
    “Well, he is reported to be tall, muscular, blond…” the officer
    trailed off as something caught his eye. Alexis followed his gaze and
    prayed for strength as she saw Scott enter the room chatting with the
    other boys like he belonged there. “And you are?” the officer asked,
    taking in the out-of-place white man in the house.
    Alexis watched as Scott’s broad-shouldered body filled her liv-
    ing room. He wore his shirt, which she had washed and had sewn up
    the tear in last night so it looked no worse for wear the officers’ view.
    His body looked poured into his jeans and tennis shoes were on his feet.
    In no way did he resemble the man from whom she had removed two
    bullets. His blue eyes immediately moved to her as if assessing that she
    was okay. Touched by his concern, she nodded slightly.

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    “Sir, I believe I asked you a question,” the smaller officer said.
    “What’s going on here?” Scott asked, moving to stand closer to
    the woman he was going to protect for the rest of her life. That and
    marry her.
    “We are looking for a man who was injured in this area who fits
    your description. Can I see your identification, please?” The officer held
    out his hand.
    “Sure, but if you don’t know who the man is, then what good is
    my identification going to do?” He reached into his pocket and pulled
    out his wallet to get his card.
    “You sure are asking a lot of questions. What’s your name?” He
    gestured impatiently for the piece of plastic.
    “Lieutenant Commander Scott Leighton,” he snapped in return,
    handing over his military identification. He didn’t like the way the men
    looked at Alexis. Hell, I don’t like any man looking at Alexis. My Alexis.
    “How do you know Ms. Rogets here?” the larger man asked in a
    snide tone.
    Thick arms crossed, showing not one shred of pain from his
    wound, as a blond eyebrow rose. “Are you trying to imply something,
    Officer?” He looked at the nametag. “Johnson?”
    The officer took a deep breath and tried to look as impressive as
    Scott, only to fail miserably. “Of course not, it’s just that we are wonder-
    ing what you are doing here.”
    Alexis shifted closer to Scott. “We are both in the Navy and
    have,” she paused and glanced at him, “served time on the same ship.”
    Scott looked at the woman standing next to him, her head barely
    coming to his shoulder. She was ready to defend him. He held out his
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    tanned hand for his ID. The officer returned to him with great reluc-
    tance. “I had some business to do around here and came to ask Alexis
    for her help on it.” His eyes dared the men to say anything to dispute
    him.
    Clearing their throats, the police looked at the five young men
    also in the room and the smaller one, Officer Petrasla, nodded his head
    at them. “What are they doing here?”
    Fists clenching, Alexis took a step forward. “They have every
    right to be here. They were here last night. This is my cousin and his
    friends. Are you implying something, now?” Her tone had grown cold.
    It was a simple action by Scott, reaching out and touching