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“He’s getting away!” Temple shouted to whoever might hear or care. She hoped the light illuminating her ceiling was on a police cruiser already arrived outside, although it was not the carousel of flashing red and true blue she’d welcome.

The escaping man growled a dirty word even Midnight Louie’s full-range of feline invective couldn’t match, and shrugged off the cat’s pounce. Temple had clawed her way to the bed’s foot by then, hoping to cushion Louie’s fall. Silly her. She spotted the reflective greens of his eyes already atop the bureau near the open balcony door.

The departing shadow met a like form swinging down from above like Spider-Man. Then the two figures blended into one.

By then, Electra had managed a panting entrance and turned on the living room lights. “I have a gun,” she shouted, rather shocking coming from a plump older lady in a pineapple-patterned muumuu. “Temple! Which one should I shoot?”

The landlady’s breathless threat alarmed Temple more than it did the two men. From the heavy breathing and scuffling sounds on the small triangular balcony, the women were hearing a serious fist fight. “Shoot nobody, Electra,” Temple said. “We have the intruder on the run.”

Electra’s wide, bright flashlight beam grew to spotlight the men dwarfing the open doorway and rocking the terra cotta pots. Then one ducked unexpectedly. The other catapulted over his bent back…and the railing, to fall onto the parking lot one story below with a raw cry of pain. Electra reached Temple, her big, square flashlight trained on the last man standing…on the balcony, at least.

“Max,” Electra mouthed with the tiniest breath of surprise. And hope.

“No. Matt!” Temple said, just as surprised. She ran to him. “How did you know I was being home-invaded? Did he hurt you? Are your stitches all right?”

“I think you should ask if I hurt him.” Matt clasped her in a bare-chested embrace, so romance-novel coverlike she was inclined to swoon instead of follow her first instinct, which had been to throw plant pots down on the vanquished intruder. She settled for leaning over the edge in Matt’s firm custody to view the perp.

A shambling black form was up and loping apelike to the shrubbery edging the parking lot, right into the oleander hedges. Screams and curses ensued, along with yowls and curses. This was a feeding station for the Las Vegas Cat Pack, not a one of them declawed, and they deeply and effectively resented trespassers.

That left the deserted couple in the full beam of Electra’s flashlight, clinging breathlessly and asking if each other was all right.

“Golly, kids,” Electra said. “That was scary.”

Matt frowned. “Not as scary as the sight of a presumably loaded gun aimed at us.”

“Um, oh. Sorry.” Electra lowered the flashlight beam, then the gun barrel. “Sure it’s loaded. It’s for protection. You two better get away from the window. I’m going to drop off the hardware at my penthouse and then go downstairs to call the police. A squad car can at least check the lot.” She headed through the unit door into the hall.

“The intruder is gone,” Temple called after her. “And probably marked for life,” she muttered. “Those oleanders are crawling with feral cats.”

Matt stepped inside to get them out of the public view, if any public other than alley cats lurked to view them.

Midnight Louie meowed indignantly from the floor, stalking inside before Matt swept the French doors closed and locked them. The cat jumped atop the bureau to wash his jet-black gloves.

“I think we were more alarmed than Electra.” Matt pulled Temple close again. “When I realized the screams were coming from your room—”

She allowed herself a delicate shiver as he pulled her down beside him on the living room sofa. “I glimpsed the clock when the intruder pounced, but didn’t think you were home yet.”

“Left early and made good time. I should have checked in with you, but didn’t want to wake you.”

“You should have.” Temple burrowed into his arms. “I didn’t know you slept topless,” she said, “or I would have been upstairs to wake you.”

“That’s a big problem and we’ve got to put a stop to it,” Matt answered.

“You sleeping topless or my not knowing that?”

“Both.”

“You can easily get rid of these martial arts bottoms,” Temple said, toying with the waist string. “I’m so impressed by my Tarzan, swooping down to rescue me.”

They were snuggling on her sofa like sleepover teenagers, both too revved to go back to sleep. Midnight Louie stalked away to make periodic prowls from the bedroom to the office bathroom where his always-open escape hatch window was, yowling at anything possibly still lurking in the darkness outside.

“I woke up hearing you screaming,” Matt said, “and I could have scaled the Paris Hotel Eiffel Tower to get to you.”

“So…you’re more King Kong than Tarzan?”

“Don’t joke, Temple. You must have been terrified.”

“Too scared to be terrified. I turned into the Little Engine That Went into Overdrive. I screamed, I kicked, I clawed, but I think the guy was as startled as I was. He seemed to be struggling to get away from me as much as I was intent on eluding him. Then Louie came flying, all claws so not in, and they are like Ginsu knives…then Electra was at the door shouting, pounding, and scraping her key in the lock.

“Bottom line”—she pulled the waist strings again—“I think he was a burglar, not a rapist.”

“I’m serious.” Matt quieted her teasing fingers. “I don’t know what that intruder was after, but it’s crazy for us to be apart nights at this stage, even if I have night-owl work hours. First thing tomorrow morning, I’m telling Tony Valentine to amp up negotiations with the TV talk show people in Chicago. We’re either going to relocate or get more secure quarters here.”

“Telling your agent to call Chicago? Matt, that’s wonderful.” Temple sat up, recharged. “I’ve hated that you put off your career opportunity trying to protect me from Kathleen O’Connor. If you’d asked me, I’d have said let her eat eggroll.”

“More like corned beef and cabbage, given her Irish heritage,” Matt said with a smile. “And I hated not telling you. Thanks to her blackmailing me into ‘counseling’ her after my two a.m. show sign-off, I’ve spent more night hours with her than you lately.”

Oooh! Finding that out had me steaming—or not steaming—but she’s gone now. When she returned the stolen mate to my shoe I got the message that she was done tormenting us. She has her real target in her sights now. I’m sure Max has lured her into following him to the Old World.”

“So if she’s gone, who’s breaking into your rooms in the middle of the night now? And why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe just a garden-variety thief. After having a psycho stalker, that would be refreshing.”

“Don’t even kid about it, Temple. Changes have to be made. We’re going to sleep in the same unit.”

“And not sleep there too?”

“And not sleep there too. But you’ll still be alone from eleven p.m. to almost three a.m. And don’t tell me Midnight Louie is adequate protection.”

“Whose unit are we moving into? All my clothes and shoes are down here and that’s a lot of stuff compared to your sparse closet.”

Matt considered. Temple knew he probably felt her bedroom held too many memories of Max.

“We could use this pull-out sofa in my place if the big bed in the bedroom has too many cat hairs for you,” Temple suggested. “And here is cozier.”

He laughed and pulled her closer. “You’re not mentioning the elephant in the other room, but I think I’m over that.”