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looks like it did.”
    â€œNah,” he said, setting her back on her feet. “It’s a flesh wound.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You’re like that psycho knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, aren’t you? The one who has his arm lopped off at the shoulder who looks at it and goes, ‘Ah, it’s just a scratch.’ ”
    â€œHey, in the neighborhood where I grew up, any sign of weakness was an invitation to a serious ass-whipping.”
    â€œAnd where I grew up, we went to the hospital and got ice cream afterward.”
    Kyle frowned at her words and the idyllic world she described. “I don’t think such a place as that really exists.”
    â€œDidn’t you ever have anyone kiss your boo-boos?”
    He thought about it a minute. “No. My mom was killed in a car wreck when I was five. There wasn’t anyone around to kiss much of anything after that.”
    She shook her head at him, then pressed her lips to the scar on his chest, the one just an inch to the side of his heart that was fresh and pink.
    Closing his eyes, Kyle enjoyed the feel of her lips on his flesh. The strange warmth that rushed through him from her actions.
    So this was tenderness…
    He liked it a lot more than he should.
    â€œMarianne!”
    They both jumped at the sound of someone calling from somewhere in the trees.
    Kyle moved away from her long enough to scoop up their clothes and hand her hers.
    â€œWait here,” he said, pulling his jeans on.
    Barefoot and shirtless, he reached for his weapon, only to remember he didn’t have it with him.
    Damn. His military training snapped, making him creep toward the sound of the intruder….
    Marianne dressed quickly as she wondered what Kyle was going to do.
    As soon as she was dressed, she headed off after him. No sooner had she reached the trees than she heard something snap.
    A man yelped, then Kyle came running toward her, laughing.
    He sobered instantly.
    â€œWhat was that?”
    â€œNothing,” he said, clearing his throat. “It was just one of Tyson’s men.”
    â€œLet me down!” the unknown man’s voice rang out through the trees.
    She looked at him suspiciously. “What did you do?”
    â€œI put him someplace where he can’t follow us or tell Tyson where we are.”
    Unsure if she should believe him, she frowned. “Are you sure about this Tyson?”
    â€œThe Chicken Man is deadly, love. I promise. Come on, we need to go quickly before he sends more guys after us.”
    Still skeptical, she followed after him as he gathered their clams and shovel and headed off down the beach, far away from where he’d left “Tyson’s” man.
    They walked down the surf for quite some time before Kyle judged it safe again to dig clams. Once they had the bucket full, Kyle led her carefully up the rocky slope that led back to the wooded area of the island.
    â€œBoo!” she said at one point, making him jump.
    â€œDon’t do that,” he said in a hushed, peeved tone.
    â€œI couldn’t help myself. You look so serious.”
    â€œThis is serious. One of those bastards could get his hands on you and take you away from me. That’s the last thing I want.” The sincere anger in his voice set her back.
    â€œReally?” she asked.
    â€œReally.”
    Marianne bit her lip as warmth gushed through her. She laced her fingers with his and let him sneak her back to their isolated cave, where they made steamed clams and made love until the very wee hours of the morning.
    They made love until she was weak and breathless, but so well sated that she just wanted to sleep in the shelter of Kyle’s arms for eternity.
    For the next few days they hid in their cave, running during the daylight from Tyson’s men and spending their nights getting to know each other and every detail of their lives.
    There was nothing she hadn’t shared with Kyle, and as she