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her thoughts.
    She’d blindsided him, gigged him good, and he hated it that he hadn’t seen it coming, had never suspected it. Why had his ability failed him when he needed it most?
    And now she refused to leave?
    Jamie couldn’t take it in. Confusion left him floundering.
    But one thing was for sure: Faith knew about the single time in his entire life that he’d fully trusted someone. He’d allowed Delayna to get close, to crawl into his heart. He’d loved her and thought she loved him. But Delayna had turned out to be a backstabbing bitch with ulterior motives no better than the so-called scientists who wanted to dissect his brain in the name of research.
    And Faith had worked for her, with her. She knew what they’d done, how foolish he’d been, how pitiful and useless. She’d seen him.
    He couldn’t bear it.
    â€œFine,” Jamie said, too blown to fight her. “Then I’ll go.” Jerking around, desperate to get away, Jamie stormed across the floor. He refused to call the churning anguish in his chest anything other than anger.
    But he’d taken no more than three steps when Faith crashed into his back, causing him to stagger forward. “Jamie, please!”
    â€œWhat the—” After he regained his balance, Jamie tried to shake her off. Arms and legs wrapped around him, Faith clung monkey-style, crying hard, crawling up his back. He felt like a clown in a circus, or an unwilling actor thrust into a play.
    â€œYou promised you wouldn’t overreact,” she wailed.
    Of all the ... The woman could define overreaction! Case in point, she had her legs tight around his waist, her face squeezed in close on top of his shoulder, while she hung from his neck.
    Reaching back, Jamie gripped her upper arm in a hard fist and, twisting toward her, sent her away with a shove made brutal from fury and hurt and a dangerous need for distance. Faith fell to the floor, scrambled to her knees, and crawled right back at him. “Damn you, Jamie Creed, you will let me explain. ”
    Cleansing breath finally filled Jamie’s lungs, rushing in too fast, making his head spin and his vision blur. No way in hell could he discuss this with Faith. He didn’t discuss it with anyone. He didn’t even think about it except in the occasional nightmare.
    Jaw aching, Jamie loomed over her. “I said to get out.”
    â€œAnd I refused.” Faith grabbed him again, this time around his knees. Her face pressed against his thighs, and with his legs hobbled, he nearly tripped.
    Christ, he couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe her audacity or his sudden weak-brained urge to grab her up close and beg her to tell him he’d misunderstood. But there was no misunderstanding. She was no different from Delayna, and he’d be a fool to spend another second with her.
    Looking down at her, Jamie couldn’t remain immune to the sexual supplication of her pose. Her face rested just below his crotch, her long, silky hair clinging to the denim of his pants, her arms holding him as if she’d never let him go.
    Regardless of his justified fury, his body stirred, and he wished he’d fucked her before finding out the truth. If he had, maybe the truth wouldn’t hurt so much. Maybe the consolation of physical relief, the knowledge that he’d used her as much as she wanted to use him, would temper the razor-sharp slice of betrayal.
    Faith turned her face up to him, treating him to the full force of her entreaty.
    It reminded him of Delayna, of how deceitful some women could be.
    Regaining a tiny measure of control, Jamie squeezed her shoulders and pried her loose, lifting her up so that her feet dangled off the floor. “Do. Not. Touch me.”
    Her full bottom lip quivered, and big tears filled her eyes. “I have to touch you,” she explained in a tormented whisper. “Don’t you see? You’re hurting, and I’m here to make