yeah, I stretched out on the bed. Don’t get any ideas. I didn’t let you take advantage of me.”
Was her face that plain a road map for him to read? She popped out of bed, determined to get away from him. Her only choice was the bathroom he’d just vacated. She slid the door shut.
No lock? What kind of a hotel didn’t have a lock?
“You are so full of yourself.” She stillwasn’t clear of him since the steam was filled with his smell. She looked at the unmarked travel soap in the shower—his scent. Fresh, like it had just rained, clean.
Things were so different and yet she hadn’t changed. The same person she was the day of the funeral stared back at her in the mirror. She felt hungry and well-rested even with the headache. No different than any other morningwhere she’d normally get dressed and go to work.
Oh, my God.
“These aren’t my clothes.”
“Yeah, well, the ones you had are still at the hospital,” he said close to the door.
She gripped the counter by the sink. She couldn’t speak, it was like she’d forgotten how. She was so completely mortified that he’d seen her naked.
“I sweet-talked a nurse into getting you dressed andsneaking you out at shift change.” The words came through the door as if he were talking against the crack. “If anyone checks, it’ll appear like you’re still in the hospital with a new room. Might hold ’em off for a day.”
“Oh.” She leaned her head toward the sound of his voice. Was this a surge of disappointment and a sigh coming from her? Ridiculous.
“We got separated.” She could openthe door, but if she did she’d want him to hold her and she was terrified the kiss they’d shared had just been another distraction. “Someone tried to abduct me. Again.”
“I know you don’t feel like it at the moment, Jo, but I promise you’re safe with me.” His voice remained close to the door, softer, full of regret. “I’m not letting you out of my sight until I can turn you over to anothermarshal.”
She shoved the door aside. “You’re going to leave me?”
Panic. Pure and simple panic sat on her chest and she couldn’t push it off. If she went into WITSEC she’d have another fictional existence. A new life, taking nothing with her. None of her friends, no Levi.
His hands were secure on her shoulders. Firm, but not holding her in place...just close enough to make her wantmore.
“It’s the only way and what your father wanted.”
“ I don’t want that life.” She shoved past him and the temptation to have his arms wrap tighter around her. “I don’t believe that’s what my father intended. He convinced me to leave Boulder. He wanted me to have a life, not constantly be looking over my shoulder like he had done for twenty years.”
“That’s not what his lettersaid.”
“His letter said I needed protection if I remembered. Well, I haven’t remembered. I don’t want to remember!”
Concentrate on the problem, not the man. Think. She moved to the window overlooking the outskirts of Dallas.
“Take it easy.” When he moved toward her, she held her finger up and he stopped in his tracks. “In case you’ve forgotten, I nearly got you killed twice. I can’tdo this alone.”
“Isn’t there a way to just catch these guys and be done with it?”
“Whatever your dad found stirred up this hornet’s nest. Our best bet is to find it and turn it over to the DoJ. Then they can reopen the case.”
“We don’t know what it even is. And afterward, I’ll be stuck wherever. Doing whatever. Lying forever.”
“You’ll be alive.”
She didn’t want to admithe was her only choice. She hated that phrase. Her dad had repeated “we have no choice” with each slumber party invitation he refused to let her accept. Her first date was verified and checked out by the Marshals Service. If her dad hadn’t been a chaperone at the senior prom, there might have been someone undercover there, too. Maybe there had been. She didn’t know
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