noting his height. Her eyes darted around the room with clarity for the first time. And they were alone! Her hands fisted in the sheet bringing it under her chin.
“Where am I?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing accusingly. “Who are you?”
The sizeable man put his hands out in surrender. “Whoa. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’d never hurt you.”
“Who. Are. You.” she repeated slowly, as if he wasn’t very bright.
Lyn watched an emotion flicker in his icy gaze, but it disappeared before she could put a name to it. He steeled the features on his handsome face. “There are not many people in this world who would speak to me like that.”
Lyn knew a moment of concern. She didn’t know this man. Maybe being impolite might not be the best approach.
“I didn’t mean to be rude.” She hoped he found her sincere. “I only want your name. I don’t think that is too much to ask.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you are feisty?”
“We Latinos are known for our fiery passion, if that is what you mean? Are you going to tell me your name or should I start guessing? Rumpelstiltskin?”
One eyebrow shot up in interest as he cocked his head. “My name is Ky Robinson.”
She pushed herself into a seated position, bracing her back against the headboard. “Where am I, Ky Robinson?”
“In my home.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Where’s that Mr. Smartass?”
“Definitely feisty.” The corner of Ky’s mouth lifted into a sly grin.
Getting answers from this man was like pulling teeth from a faery—damned near impossible and totally frustrating. “So where is your home?” Lyn prompted, straightening the sheets around her.
“Florida.”
This line of questioning was getting her nowhere. She would need to switch tactics to get any information from this man. Obviously the direct approach wouldn’t work. “Can you at least tell me why I’m here?”
His body stiffened at the question. It was subtle and for a moment when he spoke she thought perhaps she’d imagined it. “I brought you here to keep you safe. You were attacked last night.”
Memories crashed in on her. Her hand flew to her throat. Lyn fingered the ragged flesh. Someone had stitched the wound. One. Two. Nine. She lost count. Her questioning eyes pinned his. “The man…my date…hurt me. Tore my neck. Why aren’t I in a hospital?”
He took a glass of water from the nightstand beside the bed and held it out to her. “Here, I thought you might be thirsty. And I have aspirin if you are in much pain.”
She had already been drugged once. No way would she take a chance on being drugged again. Until she was sure he could be trusted, she would not be taking anything he had to offer. “No pills. I’m fine.”
He tracked her hand as it took the glass from him. His eyes narrowed when she did not drink from it. “I know you are hurting, Lyn. You can trust me. I’m a…cop.”
“Really?” He sounded so sincere. Lyn could read the honesty on his face. Her demonic instinct told her she could believe him, though she was not sure why. He hadn’t given her any reason to feel strongly one way or the other, but she believed him. Maybe she just needed to believe in the goodness of humanity after the attack. In that moment, she didn’t care to examine it too closely. She was safe and not alone—two things she desperately wanted right now.
“Yes, really. I’m trying to catch the guy who attacked you. What do you remember about last night?”
A puzzled look took her face. She paused before answering, replaying the previous night’s events in her mind. “I met a blind date at the bar for a drink.”
“Go on,” he encouraged, standing stone still next to the bed. Lyn saw an emotion pass over his face something akin to tempered anger. As quick as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an implacable mask.
“We had a drink, maybe two, then I started to feel funny. Told him I wanted to go home.”
Lyn tugged her lower lip between her teeth. She watched as Ky’s eyes trailed the movement. His muscles bunched under his flesh. He shifted his stance, the movement drawing her eyes to his thick, jean-clad thighs.
The demon looked—really looked—at the man beside her for the first time. She took her time in a slow perusal of his anatomy. Beginning with his handsome face, her eyes roamed down the column of his corded neck to take in the broad shoulders that led to