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 You know what I m talking about, Daniel growled into her hair.  You shut me out. Do you have
any idea what the last five minutes has been like?
 But you trusted me. You knew I could do it.
 Yes, he replied unevenly.  That didn t make it any easier.
Story pulled back and laid a soft kiss on his lips.  Thank you.
 Damned if I know what you re thanking me for, but I ll take it. Daniel shook his head.  Tell me
you know this thing between us is real, he said urgently.  Tell me you know that.
 I know, she whispered.  Of course I know.
Then he leaned down and kissed Story until her legs went weak.
A throat cleared loudly. She pulled back to find Jack averting his eyes just beyond Daniel s
shoulder. A blush crept across her skin as she moved out of Daniel s embrace.
 Dad, you really shouldn t be out of bed.
He sat down in a chair retrieved by Daniel.  I guess I should be glad you re not too mad to care
about my health. For once in his life, it appeared Jack didn t know what to say. He gestured toward
the office door.  You got out of there almost entirely on your own. Maybe I should offer you a job.
Daniel pulled her roughly against his side, clearly not feeling that idea at all. She rubbed circles
into his stiff back.  Oh, it wasn t too hard once he got what he wanted. Clearly detecting the note of
mischief in her tone, Jack narrowed his eyes.  I told Frank we d get his mother a live-in nurse. And
that you would pay for any expenses the insurance won t cover. She smiled brightly.  Since you had
enough cash lying around to bribe my fiancé, this should be no sweat.
 Ex-fiancé, Daniel clarified gruffly.
Jack could hardly keep the grin from his face.  Deny it all you want, you are your father s
daughter.
Story smiled, but after a moment grew serious.  When everything calms down, we need to talk. No
more behind-the-scenes string-pulling from you. Promise me, Dad.
He gave a single nod in Daniel s direction.  I ve already been read the riot act. Daniel, you get her
on home. I ll handle any paperwork and postpone her statement until later.
Daniel smirked.  Not even out of the hospital yet and he s already giving orders.
After Story secured yet another grudging agreement from Jack that he would go back to his room
and rest, Daniel took her hand and led her toward the hospital entrance, blocking her from the news
cameras and reporters taking pictures outside. They ducked into the back of a waiting squad car with
an officer behind the wheel, and seconds later were flying down Second Avenue. Ignoring the driver,
Daniel pulled Story onto his lap and buried his face in her neck.
Since walking out of the office, Story s emotions had been all over the map. She d stemmed the
flow of adrenaline in order to deal with Frank, but now that the danger had passed, she didn t feel
tethered to reality. If it weren t for Daniel s arms around her, she felt like she might float away. She
craved more of him. Needed him to surround her. Bring her back down to earth. Story knew she was
experiencing the aftereffects of being in a dangerous situation, but didn t care. Only knew what she
needed and that Daniel could provide it.
On her thigh, his warm hand rested protectively, but beneath it her skin began to tingle, the heat
moving higher until it settled between her legs. As if on cue, his mouth parted against her neck to taste
her skin. The air around them felt stifling, hot.
She shifted slightly in his lap and put her lips to his ears.  I need you, she breathed. Beneath her,
she felt his stomach and thigh muscles tighten and had to force herself not to squirm. They weren t
alone in the car.
He grazed her earlobe with his teeth.  It s about time.
The normally quiet hallway of Jack s building held a dozen police officers and medical personnel
when they arrived. Several curious glances were thrown their way, but Daniel and Story couldn t get
inside the apartment fast enough. As soon as the door closed, she pushed Daniel against it,
desperation and leftover fear mixing together until her sole focus became Daniel. Her need for him.
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