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“We’re good together, Matt,” Kyra whispered, looking up at him with undisguised desire. She tried to press her body into his, but he gripped her hips and set her away from him.
“We’ve talked about this, Kyra,” Matt said under his breath. “I fuck you as long as I have a taste for you. I haven’t had a taste for you in a long time. I’ve moved on, so should you.”
“You’re such an asshole!” Her eyes flashed at him angrily.
“Nothing I haven’t heard before.”
“It’s because of Grace, isn’t it?” she yelled shrilly. When he didn’t reply, she added, “She’s Troy’s woman, Matt.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Kyra laughed sarcastically. “Oh, my God, you can’t mean to steal another man’s woman.”
“Lie. Cheat. Steal …” he muttered.Whatever it takes. He needed a drink and should probably stop at Mike’s Roadhouse, then he’d drive over to Troy’s compound and do a stake out. Grace was coming home with him whether she liked it or not.
“Look at you,” Kyra scoffed as she followed him back to his pickup. “All bent out of shape. All for what? For a woman who doesn’t remember you?”
Grace did remember, though not the memories favorable to him. Matt wanted to hit something. He didn’t know why he wanted Grace. He just did. He wanted to be in her orbit. It killed him to give her space this past three weeks, and if she thought he’d let Troy have her, she had another thing coming. He might have led her to believe otherwise this morning, but the thought of letting her go to another man made him want to commit murder.
“Kyra, do yourself a favor and move on,” Matt said in irritation as he started the truck.
“We’re not done,” she declared, her fingers gripping the side of the vehicle.
“We’re not done because we never started. Jesus Christ, woman, you’re delusional!” He backed out of the driveway so fast, the back of his pickup skidded a little. Just then, his phone vibrated on the dashboard. He picked it up and swiped the screen to answer.
“Matt? We’ve been trying to call you,” Millie’s voice was a pitch below her panic mode.
“What’s going on?”
“Grace and Axe are in the hospital. They got—”
That sent Matt in full-alert mode, but years of training had him keep his wits about him. “Which one?”
“Edington General.”
He checked oncoming traffic and his rearview mirror before swinging his pickup around. “I’m on my way. Tell me what happened.”
His voice was calm, but his insides were anything but.
Matt had trouble keeping his nerves in check when he strode into the ER. Millie gave him the CliffsNotes’ version of what had happened, but he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that The Reaper actually had the guts to show up in Misty Grove—much less, break into his loft. He’d thought keeping Grace in a town protected by former assassins would deter a hitman, but he’d been too complacent.
His hackles rose when he spotted Troy and his crew standing off to one side. Roger was talking to Trent and one of his deputies.
“How are they?” Matt asked.
“Axe will need stitches on his head,” Roger said grimly. “The bastard struck him with a wrench. Grace is fine, but a bit banged up.” He sighed. “Again.”
“Where is she then?”
“She hit her head but she swears she didn’t black out. Because of her recent concussion, doctors wanted to run additional scans.”
Matt nodded briefly, his jaw tightening. “Millie’s with her?”
“You know it, man,” Roger replied.
“How did The Reaper get to her?”
Roger flinched and looked at Trent who’d been listening intently. “I was at Millie’s.”His mechanic explained what had happened. Matt listened, wanting to smack his friend for not sticking to Grace’s side as he had ordered, however, his friend appeared to be beating himself up for it, so he held his tongue. His no-filter mouth had hurt Grace so many times, he decided this once he was going to put a cap on it.
