And Claire…Claire didn’t like to be touched.
Only that man was touching her.
That man was also loading Claire into the back of a big, dark limo.
What in the hell?
Rage pulsed within him. He’d made sure that Claire was at the end of her rope. He’d pushed and pushed her. She should have been falling apart then.
Just like she did before.
No white knight was supposed to ride to Claire’s rescue. That damn well wouldn’t happen. Claire Kramer deserved to be punished for her crimes.
And no matter what, he would see to it that she was punished. She’d suffer, just as Claire had made others suffer.
Punishing Claire was his job, and he was very, very good at that job.
Chapter Two
The knock at her door woke Claire the next morning. She rolled over, pushing away the memory of blood and death and gunshots, and a quick glance at the bedside clock showed her that it was six a.m.
Claire had slept in a hotel robe last night. There hadn’t exactly been tons of options for her. So as she rose from the bed, Claire secured the robe once more and hurried toward that demanding knock.
She glanced through the peep-hole and saw Noah standing on the other side of the door.
He wasn’t alone.
Her hand automatically flew up to try and smooth down her hair. She had to look like hell. She had to—
“Open the door, Claire.”
How had he known that she was standing there?
Claire opened the door. Noah immediately pushed his way inside. “Bring in all the clothes. Put them in her closet.”
Two men hurried in after him. They were both wearing York Towers jackets, with the distinctive YT emblem, and both men were also carrying armfuls of bags.
The names displayed on those bags told her that the items inside had come with a very hefty price tag.
“Noah, what did you do?”
He stood close to her. Not touching, but still making her too aware of the warmth that always clung to him. His gaze was on the frame near her bed. She…liked to keep it close.
After a moment, while the other men got busy unpacking those bags, Noah turned back to glance at her. “You look good in the morning.”
What?
“No makeup. Just soft lips. Wide eyes.” His voice was low, carrying only to her ears. “And you even have a little sprinkle of freckles across your nose. Your makeup hid that from me before.”
Claire shook her head. “Who are those men?”
“Franco and Paul both work in the concierge department here at the hotel. They’ve got plenty of connections in this town, and they used those connections to help me out.”
Only they weren’t helping Noah. They were helping her. “How did they know my size?”
The clothes they were unpacking—unreal.
“I knew your size. Don’t forget…” And his voice dropped even more. “I did have the chance to get up close and personal with you in Chicago.”
Up close and personal? She’d been punching him! But he’d been holding her tight. “I thought you were—you were some mugger. I was scared—”
“So you attacked.” He nodded. “But when you did, I was able to get a pretty good feel for your body.”
She suspected the guy was an expert when it came to getting a “feel” for a woman’s body.
“The shoes will be here soon,” Noah murmured. “Don’t worry. I didn’t forget them.”
Franco and Paul nodded toward her, then they slipped out the door.
“The only thing I didn’t get picked up…” Noah’s voice was stronger now that they were alone. “I didn’t want them getting your underwear.”
Her cheeks had to be flaming.
“I’ll take care of that today,” he added.
“No!” That response was a horrified squeak from her. “I can take care of that myself!” There was no way she wanted him buying her bras. Her panties. Anything sexual.
She paced away from him and stared at the now full closet. “I can’t pay for this.” She also couldn’t pay for the underwear that she needed. Shame burned through her. She’d tried to stay at those other jobs. Tried to save money, but each time she’d been forced to move and start again, her bank account had depleted more and more.
Until nothing was left.
“Consider it an advance on your salary.” He didn’t even sound a little concerned.
Probably because he had money to burn. She didn’t. She also had pride. Her hands tightened around the robe’s belt as she glanced at him. “You have to deduct every penny from my paycheck.”
He rolled one shoulder in a careless shrug. “It’s really a business expenditure, you know.”
Bull.
Another knock sounded at the door.
Noah advance toward the door as he told her, “Where I go, you will go. You needed clothing that would—”
“Let me fit in your circle?” Claire finished and her pride sure felt like it took a hit then.
He paused at the door. “You already fit me, Claire.” He opened the door. Franco and Paul were already back—and loaded down with shoe boxes this time.
While they unloaded the shoes, Noah returned to Claire’s side. “The police have nothing,” he said, voice softer once again. “They think it was just a random break-in at the Hamlet.”
“I-I’m sure it was.” She needed to believe that.
“Claire…How can I help you, when you’re so determined to keep your past locked away?”
She forced herself to meet his gaze. “You already know what happened to me. I saw that manila file on your desk. That file told you what college I went to, so I’m sure whatever investigator you hired also told you all about what happened when I was sixteen.”
He didn’t speak again until Franco and Paul were headed toward the door.
“Thank you,” Claire told them as she stepped forward. “Thank you so much—”
Paul, a red-haired man with dark green eyes, waved away her thanks. “Ma’am, when the boss tells us to jump, we do. And considering some of the crazy things we’ve had to do for him…” Paul laughed. “Taking care of his new assistant was a pleasure.”
“Yes,” Franco agreed, smiling. Franco appeared to be in his early twenties, and his skin was a deep coffee cream. “Nothing like the time he had us get rid of that dead body.”