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display. There were bruises shadowing his skin in places, and she couldn’t tell which ones she’d put there, and which ones might be the result of his job.
    “You’re back,” she said flatly.
    “I am. I thought we could head to lunch, and I could -”
    “I just came back to change. Slipped on some fucking ice.” Tugging at her jeans she moved towards him, shifting sideways to make her way into the bedroom. “I’ll be back later.”
    “Aren’t you hungry?”
    “I ate earlier.” Liar.
    “Alright, well, I’ll come with you then. I have -”
    “No.” Camille turned on her heel and held her hand out as if she could stop him. “I won’t be long, I just need to take care of some stuff.”
    “C…” his voice held a hint of a question that he left unspoken, and she rolled her eyes and turned away.
    “I’m changing.” Without another word she unbuttoned her jeans and ripped them down, toeing her shoes off as she grabbed for the comfortable yoga pants that were a lot less protection from the frigid temps, but easier to fight in if it came to that. A glance over her shoulder confirmed that he’d stepped into the living room while she took her clothes off, and for once it didn’t bother her that he avoided her. She needed him to, so she could leave to handle Joe before she lost the chance.
    Dropping onto the bed she pulled her shoes back on, and Smith appeared in the doorway. Still half-dressed, still impossibly gorgeous, and still completely uninterested in her. “You slept in my bed last night.”
    The words froze her hands in place, mid-tie with the laces. Camille swallowed and kept her eyes towards the floor. “Uh, yeah. Won’t happen again.”
    “I don’t care that you slept in my bed, I care that you apparently slept in my bed and then threw up in the trash can.” He blew out a breath and ran a hand across his face. “Did you get drunk last night?”
    “Yep. I got fucking plastered, so sue me.” She stood up and faced him. “Mind getting out of my way?”
    “Was it a nightmare?” There was a softness around his jade colored eyes as she met them, and that momentarily hurt worse than the accuracy of his question.
    “Fuck off, Smith,” Camille growled under her breath as she brushed past him, but he caught her by the arm.
    “Where are you going?” he asked, the softness bleeding into his voice. He was too close to her. Those quiet eyes boring holes through her, into her soul, and if she let him look too long he’d see everything. Every gory detail of her past – and then he wouldn’t want her around him.
    Damaged goods .
    “I’m going out.” Jerking her arm away from him she walked backwards towards the door. “You know, just because you show up early doesn’t mean I cancel all my fucking plans. I’ll be back later.”
    “Your plans?” He lifted his eyebrows, a doubting expression.
    “Yeah. My fucking plans.”
    “Cancel them. I want you to stay here. Go get a late lunch with me.” Was that a pleading tone underneath the cold command in his voice? Where the hell had that come from? He stared at her from across the hotel room, a matter of feet that he could cover in a breath if he actually meant to stop her.
    Does he want you? A flicker of hope burned hot for a moment until the memory of her nightmare destroyed it.
    Fuck this. No. You don’t have time for this.
    Joe.
    Joe Wilson was waiting. Waiting for a bullet in the head, or a lung, and maybe a few to his dick, and that was more important than a half-dressed Smith asking her to stay for lunch.
    “We don’t always get what we want,” she muttered and ripped open the door to the room, practically running into the hallway to get away from him. To get some space so she could think. Plan. Prepare.
    This time she wouldn’t panic. She wouldn’t freeze. She would kill him.
     

     
    It took her longer than she wanted to get back to the area of the city where the auto shop squatted between run down tenement buildings and the