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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 24 -
“No,” she interrupted before her friend offered yet again to bail her out of
financial trouble. Living in poverty sucked. Using people you loved sucked even more.
She had nightmares about her past, about being homeless and scared and cold. But she
wouldn’t stoop to taking money from her friends. No way. “I told you I won’t take a
loan I can’t pay back.”
Her friend’s sigh sounded as tired as Sylvie felt. “Can you get to the bar
tomorrow?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Okay. Call me if you need me.”
“Will do. Thanks.”
“Gotta go. Bye.”
Sylvie hung up the phone and devoured the absolutely delicious breakfast Miko
had left for her. Cheese omelet, bacon, sausage, fruit salad. The man was a god,
although the hearty eating was not going to do her figure any favors.
Stuffed to the point of shame, she took care of some personal issues in the
attached bathroom then poked around the closet to see if he’d been so kind as to whip
up a new wardrobe for her while she was sleeping.
Good-golly, he had.
I’m in love.
Yes, it was a little shallow falling in instant love with a man who had magically
produced some food and clothing, especially after saying farewell -- temporarily or not
-- to Burke last night. But she’d been stressed lately. She was due for some shallow
indulgence.
Okay, maybe her justifications were a little lame.
Actually, she’d thought long and hard about this whole thing last night, or rather
this morning. She’d laid in bed, her eyes closed, her thoughts her only company. And
she’d worked through some things.
She missed Burke, no doubt about it. A part of her physically ached after leaving
him last night. That pain hadn’t eased even a tiny bit, and she figured it probably