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what I say when I say it. Got it?”
    “I’ve got it.”
    He walked quickly, forcing me to nearly run in order to keep up with him. Every time he swung his arm away from me, the cuffs rubbed against my bones. I gritted my teeth, snatching his hand in order to keep the rubbing from happening. Our hands moved together naturally, my fingers sliding between his like they were meant to be there. He didn’t fight it. In fact, I thought I felt him squeeze my hand lightly.
    I know I didn’t imagine him tugging me closer to his side.
    We walked into the massive airport at the American Airlines terminal and made our way through the crowd at the security checkpoint, moving away from the cops and TSA people searching for potential terrorists. He seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go, dragging me to the other side of the building where the arrivals were meant to stream out onto the sidewalk. I thought he might go to the car rental counters, but he didn’t. Instead, he dragged me outside to where the shuttles came and went at regular intervals.
    “What hotel?” the older man on the kiosk asked.
    “The Four Seasons.”
    I glanced at Dominic, but his expression was unreadable.
    The man handed us tickets and directed us to a bench across the narrow lane.
    “Why are we going to a hotel? Don’t you think the cops will check all the hotels?”
    He glared at me. “Quiet.”
    “I want to know what’s going on!”
    We reached the bench and took a seat. He dropped the bag between his feet, glancing around at the people flowing out the doors. We must have arrived just as a couple of planes vomited their contents. Then he leaned close to me, his lips so close to the side of my neck that my heart skipped a beat as his warm breath danced over my overheated skin.
    “We’ll rent a car there and get out of town until things start to cool off.”
    “How long will that be? My sister’s funeral is in a few days.”
    I felt him stiffen slightly even as he loosened his hold on my hands. “I’ll try to get you back for it.”
    “Thank you.”
    He straightened and leaned forward, touching his bag like he needed to make sure it was still there. My hand was sweating under the t-shirt, my wrist sore from the sharp edges of the cuff. But, at the same time, I was hyperaware of his closeness, of the warmth radiating from the length of his body where it was pressed against mine. He was wearing dark jeans that were stretched fairly tightly over his thighs and a dark shirt that was fairly loose around his waist. I remembered him reaching behind him to pull his gun and found myself wondering if it was still there. I couldn’t remember what happened to it after he faced down that guy on the street in front of the florist.
    “Who was that man? The one who got into the dark sedan?”
    He turned his head, our noses less than an inch apart.
    “That’s the real bad guy, Amy.”
    I don’t know why, but I believed him.

Chapter 3
     
    Dominic
    The sun was starting to set, the bright light burning into my head. I had a headache that had begun almost the minute I left Houston, and it was refusing to let up. It didn’t help that Amy sat in the passenger seat of the rented sedan and stared out the window, refusing to interact with me in any way at all.
    We’d been driving for hours. I had a friend in California I knew would help us. He and Emily were the only ones—besides me—who knew everything that I knew. Maybe even more. Emily clearly learned something, or stumbled on something, or accidentally allowed someone to know what she was doing. Why else would they be coming after her now? It’d been two years.
    “Did you kill her?”
    I glanced over at Amy. Those were the first words she’d spoken since we left Dallas.
    “You think I did. Why bother asking?”
    “I think my sister was dying when she called me and said nothing but your name.”
    “What else did she say?”
    “Nothing.”
    I gripped the wheel a little harder. “When was the last