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but I do know Ethan. Your sister knows Ethan.”
    “I thought I knew Mr. Foster. You can’t be sure of anything, Taryn.”
    “No,” I snapped, looking up at him through a frown. “I can’t, can I ?”
    He was still stubborn as always, too, folding his arms to mirror me, pressing his lips into a tight line. “You’re not listening to me.”
    I spluttered in outrage. “How dare you—”
    “Taryn, I am telling you that someone is paying good money for this man to die!” His voice raised, making my skin bump up all over. It wasn’t out of fear. “Generally, good men don’t end up on hit lists.”
    “You’re telling me you’ve never murdered a good man because you didn’t look hard enough,” I challenged, and his expression darkened.
    “I kill bad people.”
    “You kill people .”
    “Don’t make me regret coming here,” he snapped.
    “I didn’t ask you to come here!” I realized I was taking steps towards him, closing the gap between us. “You are not welcome here, Mason.”
    He fumed, his pupils dilating. At my next step forward, he swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
    “My sister could be in danger,” he said slowly, low and rough.
    “I think you being here puts us all in danger,” I countered.
    The whole kitchen felt charged, Mason’s whole demeanor a challenge. The air was thick with it, too warm against my bare arms and legs where I was very aware I was still in my pajamas. I didn’t even know why we were arguing anymore, but I knew I was getting closer to him. I knew I was trying to make him furious.
    Mason’s eyes raked me up and down; he knew exactly what was going through my head.
    “I think you should leave,” I said slowly, trying to enunciate every word as if that could make me mean it. “Death just seems to follow you everywhere, Mason, and I don’t want it around our daughter.”
    “Where is she?”
    “With my brother, until I’m sure you’re far away from here.”
    “But Ethan,” he stressed.
    I cut him off. “ Leave .”
    My voice shook atrociously, but not from fear. The longer he stood there, the more difficult it became to hate him, the intensity of that emotion wringing through my body until it turned into something else—just as sharp as hate, just as fierce. I was angry, blood-hot and bright red. I was a whole load of other things, too.
    Mason’s eyes narrowed. “You sure about that?”
    “Do I sound sure?” It was a dumb question, because I didn’t sound sure in the least. I sounded shaky, begging to be questioned.
    He stepped forward. “Okay then, I’ll go.”
    I nodded firmly, tensing all over as I realized I’d positioned myself to block the doorway to the hall, forcing him to squeeze past me in the tight space. Mason came close, looking down from his seemingly impossible height. He angled his body to step around me, his chest brushing against the skin of my shoulder, goose pimples breaking out all over my body. His breath ruffled my hair, sounded heavy like a shudder, and his heat was consuming, too much for my frozen stillness.
    I lashed out without thinking, fisting a hand into his t-shirt and turning into his body.
    Mason stood, waiting, as I slowly uncurled my hand against him.
    What was I doing? I swallowed hard. His heart was beating rapidly but he didn’t move, letting me decide how to go on.
    “If you want me,” he started, his hoarse voice so satisfying, “just for now, even if it’s never again, you can have me. You can have anything, Taryn.”
    The earnestness, so unlike the hot and cold demeanor he’d presented so far, swept all the reason from my head. I moved into him, and like he remembered just how we fit together, he pulled me into his arms with a long-fingered hand against my lower back.
    This was so dumb. I had never done anything this dumb in my whole life. Those hands that were touching me were the hands of a killer. The mouth I wanted to kiss was the mouth of a liar.
    It didn’t matter.
    I kissed him, or he