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his arm.
    “ So,” he said, avoiding the question, “are you feeling better or not?”
    I stared back at him with uncertainty. I felt like I hardly knew the man sitting in front of me. “I’ll answer you when you answer me.”
    “ Your well-being is more important at the moment.”
    He wasn’t going to answer, and I didn’t want him to know that I was still in pain. “Better.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I was better than sixteen hours ago, but my head still hurt.
    I set the plate down on the coffee table, and Colt handed me the soda. Taking a small drink to satisfy him, I turned and faced him head-on. This time he was going to answer my questions—no more games.
    As I was about to speak, two men walked into the room. Both were watching me closely. I recognized one of them. He was the one I met at the cathedral, the one I ran into, the one who’d yanked me out of my car and held me in the backseat.
    My heart started to pound in apprehension as he moved closer. Colt placed his hand on mine, and I leaned into his shoulder. Uneasily, I inhaled. Colt gave the two men a quick glance and they stopped their advance.
    “ This is Callon, and this is Daniel.” He gestured to each.
    Now I knew the mysterious stranger’s name, Callon . Daniel was the smallest of the trio. He had the same tanned skin, but his hair was jet black, and it swooped at his brows to frame his face.
    “ Hello, Cheyenne,” Daniel said. His dark blue eyes were soft, and his boyish face welcoming.
    Callon said nothing as he walked over and sat directly in front of me on the coffee table. He exchanged a glance with Colt, and tilted his head. I blinked. Did I just miss something? There was a lot more to that gaze than met the eye. I turned toward Colt, my eyebrow raised in question. He gave me an awkward smile.
    “ Colt told us he was bringing you home. How are you feeling?” Callon questioned.
    “ Better,” I replied nervously.
    He picked up the medicine bottles on the coffee table, inspecting them, before putting them back down.
    “ I’m confused,” I said while staring at Callon. “You were at the cathedral…”
    “ I like old architecture,” he replied gruffly.
    I blinked.
    “ Are you always rough with a woman the first time you meet her?”
    He raised a brow. “You needed assistance.”
    “ Well, wasn’t it lucky you were there to help me.” My eyes met Colt’s. “And, Colt, you arrived so fast at the hospital you must’ve been driving a jet.” My eyes narrowed. “You knew I was at the cathedral. So why were you following me?”
    I pulled away from Colt’s arms, and Callon moved back to perch on the table. It was my turn to make them feel a little uncomfortable now.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    “ W hat I’d really like are some answers. I’m not so dumb to think you just suddenly appeared at the right place at the right time. Yes, I had a debilitating headache, but I could’ve made it to a hotel. I appreciate the ‘rescue’, but it seems to me that this was a little more planned than you’re making out,” I said, not bothering to hide my irritation.
    Colt and Daniel shifted in their seats, uncertain how to answer. Daniel began fiddling with the pillow on the couch nervously. I was directing my question at Colt, but it was Callon who answered, with some hesitancy.
    “ You’re right. This was a thought-out plan.”
    I scowled.
    “ Why were you following me? Why did Colt say I’m safe now? Why wasn’t I safe before?” The questions came quickly as I tried to piece things together.
    “ We’re watching over you, and your safety is of great concern to us,” Callon said.
    “ Why?” I wanted to know.
    Callon glanced at Colt before he replied , his face softening.
    “ Gene and Alexis were murdered.”
    I immediately slid back in my seat, all of my concerns flying out of my mind as I processed this horrible information. My hand touched my throat. “Murdered?” I could barely make my lips form