Bulletproof Princess by It Girls & Vicki Hinze

Author:It Girls & Vicki Hinze [Girls, It & Hinze, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781552544105
Google: RLI7g39yLqEC
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Goodreads: 2154908
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

By 9:00 p.m., the adrenaline surge abated and Chloe crashed.

Functioning on sheer grit, she called the hospital to check on Emma— no change— and then left Jack in the kitchen. He'd insisted on preparing dinner for them while she showered.

Someone violating her home made her feel as if everything in the apartment had been soiled, including her. This stranger had touched her things, and by extension had touched her. She hated it. No amount of soap could remove the slime, but Samantha was always talking about the healing power of prana— energy from flowing water— and Chloe was definitely going to give it a shot.

The hot water melted some of the tension from her muscles and the lack of sleep for the last two nights caught up with her. She was just too exhausted to think.

"Ten-minute warning," Jack called out from the door.

Chloe actually smiled. Jack cooking for her was extremely intimate and should worry her, considering they'd blown their chance for a magical relationship. But it didn't. It just felt comfortable and good. Maybe magical wasn't realistic, and comfortable and good was enough. Maybe. But magical had been stellar. She sighed longingly, missing it, mourning it.

She slipped on her favorite robe, a clean-lined Chantelle, then strode into her bedroom, skirted the king-size bed and walked on to the large walk-in closet. As soon as she opened the door, she noticed something horribly wrong that had escaped her earlier. "Son of a bitch!" she shouted in pure frustration, then stormed out to the kitchen.

"You roared?" Jack stood at the stove, stirring.

"I might just kill her this time." Outraged, Chloe snagged the phone, punched three on speed dial.

"Kill her whom?" he asked. "Over what?"

The phone at her ear, she parked her free hand on her hip. "Every fricking Vera Wang I own has been stolen from my closet."

"The intruder stole your clothes?" Jack added that information to the breakin mix, and it clearly wasn't computing.

How could he understand? Her mother hadn't raised him. "My home has been invaded twice today, Jack." She let out an exasperated huff. "Mother?" she said into the phone.

"Chloe, one in your position should begin a telephone conversation with a greeting."

Chloe ignored her. "Did you take my damn Vera Wangs?"

A slight hesitation and then she confessed, ignoring the outrage in Chloe's voice. "Yes, I did. Why? Oh, dear. Did you think you'd had an intruder?"

Chloe could choke her. "I did have an intruder." She'd had two because her mother certainly hadn't broken the access-door lock here or on 503. "Why did you take my clothes?"

"I'm saving you from yourself, Chloe. Vera's designs are beautiful, of course, but they're all wrong for you. They're too sexy, darling. Your look must always be regal."

"My look is mine, Mother. I want my damn clothes back."

Another hesitation, one that stretched twice as long as the first one. "All right," she finally said.

Too easy. Way too easy. "Did you take my Rose pin, too?"

"Your Rose pin?" Her mother sounded clueless. "Oh, do you mean the gold rose you wore at the date auction?"

"That's the one, Mother.

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