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her greatest fear was. It was such a confirmation of how much her sister loved him that it broke whatever inside of her had kept the tears away. Once they started, she wasn't quite sure that she'd ever be able to stop crying because no matter what he said, she was indeed alone.
    Her knees went weak. Amelia went to the floor, her arms around her legs and her head on her knees. “Give us a minute.” Danny barked the words and then he was on the ground with her, his arms tight around her. It only made Amelia cry harder. “I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I'm so sorry.”
    It was the last thing that she wanted to hear. Saying sorry had always seemed to be such an inadequate thing to say. She knew that he was sorry. He didn't need to say it. No one needed to say it but Amelia realized that she was likely to hear it over and over again in the days to come. The funeral would be the worst.
    She needed to plan a funeral, see if Fiona had left behind instructions as to what she wanted or a will. The little details made it even more real. Amelia was suddenly certain of one thing, she wasn't strong enough to do this. “Don't leave me again.” She wasn't even sure where the words had come from  but there they were.
    “I'm not going to leave you. I won't be that stupid again.”
    “It was stupid,” Amelia sniffled. “Really fucking stupid.” She managed a weak laugh.
    “I know,” he replied. “I'm not going to argue with you on that. Just got to trust me now.”
    Amelia shut her eyes, trusting Danny was a real risk, but if she was going to be honest with herself she already did trust him. Despite the way she'd hated him and cursed the day that he was born numerous times, she'd known that she could trust him the moment that she'd seen him again. “Do you really want to try this again?”
    “Yes.” His answer came with no hesitation at all.
    “Your dick stays in your pants in Detroit, which includes Allison.” She wasn't sure where the words had come from. Apparently grief destroyed the barrier between the brain and mouth. Amelia felt her hands start to shake at the mere sound of the woman's name.
    “I'm not fucking Allison.”
    “I don't need you to say that to make me feel better. I figure there's plenty of women here that you've slept with since you got out. Nothing I can do is going to change that. I can deal with it, but I can't deal with you having anything going with her.”
    “Didn't I just tell you I'm not sleeping with her? Just so we're clear, I slept with her once while I was on the road. That's the time that you found out about when she came here. I didn't tell her to come here. I didn't want her to come here.”
    “She's still here now.”
    “And she's a pass-around,” he replied. “She works at Missy's salon during the day and takes all comers at night. I haven't been one of the comers.”
    “Okay.” Amelia let out a deep breath. “Can we just get out of here?”
    “You want to go home?”
    “I want to go to your house,” Amelia didn't think she'd ever step foot into the house she'd grown up in again.
    “That's where I was talking about.” Danny pressed his lips to her forehead. “Are you going to be able to ride?”
    “Let's go.”
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    Amelia closed her eyes and let the warmth of the water surround her. The scent of the bubbles, something vaguely tropical, helped her feel a little calmer. Danny had whisked her out of the bar without her having to deal with anyone. As soon as they were back in the house he'd ushered her into the bathroom.
    She'd been soaking for a while; she didn't know how long, but she heard Danny in the kitchen. The scent of bacon filled the air. He was cooking for her. He didn't cook as a rule, but when he tried, he got good results.
    It was probably wrong of her to be thinking about what sort of sandwich Danny could be making her with the bacon when Fiona and Taylor were in a morgue somewhere, but she needed to point her mind in another direction or she'd surely go mad. So