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a pile on the counter. Grabbing the toiletries, she climbed
into the ugly yellow porcelain tub, hoping like hell yellow had been the intended color and it wasn’t from lack of care over the
years.
    She allowed the hot water to pound down on
her aching muscles, saturating her hair and warming her skin, as she thought
about all that had happened in the span of a couple of hours. The longer she
thought, the colder she got, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in
the now humid bathroom. The idea that someone had attempted to kill her … yeah,
well, she was still having a difficult time digesting that.
    Marissa was no stranger to danger. It’d been front and center in her life and on
her doorstep for the past twelve freaking months, hence the reason she’d been in
hiding for the last year . During that
time, she’d been the target of two unsuccessful kidnapping attempts, and now, evidently,
the people who were after her weren’t satisfied with merely getting their hands
on her.
    If the bullets and the explosion were
anything to go by, they’d prefer something entirely different.
    It would be stupid for her to try and
think why they’d be so hard up that they wanted her dead. She was pretty sure
she knew the answer to that. Well, she had a good idea but lacked the necessary
proof. The problem … n o one else seemed
to know the reason. Although her father, her
four brothers, and the Kogans—all six of them, including Trace’s parents,
Casper and Liz—were running the most successful security firm in the country,
Marissa still seemed to be the only person who knew why someone would now want
her dead.
    The dilemma of telling them the reason
versus allowing them to continue on the wild goose chase they seemed to be on
wasn’t getting any easier, either. In order to keep them all safe, Marissa had
felt that staying as far from home as possible was her only choice.
    Obviously, she’d been delusional in
thinking that.
    The people she’d stumbled upon—not
necessarily the story —weren’t the
type to simply look the other way. And Marissa had found herself knee deep in a
world she absolutely didn’t understand. One that scared the bejesus out of her
and left her wishing she could turn back time, pretend none of it had ever
happened.
    Unfortunately, she couldn’t do that.
    The threat was once again knocking loudly
on the door to her life. Whoever wanted her dead
knew where she was at all times, and that led Marissa to believe they were
dealing with a very powerful man or—something she absolutely didn’t want to
even consider—someone on the inside was feeding that man information.
    She was inclined to believe it was a
little of both.
    A chill washed over her, and Marissa
pulled herself to the present. She needed to get out of the shower and back in
the room. Only then would she have a chance to interrogate Trace, get him to
tell her what the plan was and how they were going to nail this bastard once
and for all. Because truthfully, Marissa was damn tired of running, tired of
hiding, tired of not knowing, just freaking tired … of everything.
    After brushing her teeth and washing up,
Marissa climbed out, snatching one of the threadbare towels folded neatly on a
shelf. It took longer than expected to dry off, and she wasn’t sure if that was
because the towel was useless or because her hands were shaking profusely.
Either way, she managed to get dry enough to pull on her clothes, and when she
was finished, she finger combed her hair—grateful that she’d taken to keeping
it relatively short. Once she was presentable, Marissa grabbed the pile of discarded
clothes and then stared at the closed door.
    Now, if she could be as successful facing
Trace as she had been getting clean, she’d be doing a million times better.

Three
    While Marissa was in the shower, Trace
paced the shoddy little motel room, his gaze continuing to stray to the lone
king-sized bed beckoning him with its emptiness. It wasn’t that he