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“Those men…they’re going to come for me.”

“If they do, it’ll be the last thing they ever do.”

She laughs a little and turns those big eyes away from me. “Doesn’t mean they don’t get me before you can get them.”

My girl hasn’t had an easy life if that statement is anything to go by. I take her by the chin and bring her face back to mine.

“You misunderstood, baby girl. If they come for you, they won’t ever be close enough to hurt you. I’ll be waiting for them. And if they’re that stupid to come looking for you, I’ll be the one hunting them.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Why do you care if they try to kill me?”

This time I’m the one huffing out a laugh, “Because, sweetheart, you’re mine.”

Her brow knits together as she tries to make sense of my words, but her eyes close before she can say another word to me. I'm not sure if she’ll remember any of this conversation in the morning. I doubt she will, but there will come a day when she asks, and I tell her the naked truth…she’s been mine since before any of this happened.

Chapter Six

Waverly

My head hurts like I might have drunk all the beer at that stupid end-of-summer party, and my body aches like maybe the football team used me to practice tackling. Everything hurts! And that isn’t an exaggeration. It really starts to worry me, enough to crack my eyes open to find out what the fuck is wrong. When I do, I immediately wish I hadn’t.

WHAT? THE? FUCK?!!

Am I in the hospital? How fucking hard did I go at that stupid party? And who the fuck is the hot guy sitting in my room sleeping in one of those really uncomfortable chairs that seem to be in every hospital ever?

I take a moment to look at the man and can only say…he is seriously hot. His hair is a mix of brown and red with streaks of blond through it that I don’t think comes from any bottle since he doesn’t seem like the type of man who would take the time to have it done. My eyes run over the width of his shoulders, noting how big he seems even crammed in one of those chairs. It doesn’t escape my attention that his legs are long and well-muscled as they are stretched out in front of him. He has to be over six feet tall. He just has to be.

And fucking hot as sin! The man could be the lead in action movies, and girls would swoon every time he crooked his finger at them. Not that I would be one of them, mind you. I don’t really feel comfortable around someone this fucking pretty. They always seem to be full of themselves and very aware that they look the way they do, which ends up with them having multiple girlfriends and ‘acquaintances’. It makes me wonder how many women this guy has been through or is currently going through.

I look back up at his beautiful face only to find his eyes open and watching me the same way I’m looking at him. My cheeks heat, and I quickly look away from him, wondering if he realizes what I'm thinking.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

I have to swallow before I start drooling. The man makes it sound like we slept together, and a part of me isn’t mad about it at all. And it’s so much worse when he smiles at me with that killer grin and those dark blue eyes. Eyes shouldn’t be that blue.

“Where…,” I have to lick my lips to even think about getting the rest out, “where is Sadie?”

He moves closer to the bed and takes my hand in his, and a distant memory of someone holding my hand through the night flashes through my aching head, but I can’t bring it into focus. I try to raise my other hand but find it is…in a fucking cast.

“She’s at my mom and dad’s house with Boston.”

Mom and dad’s house? Boston? Oh God! I think this is Neve’s big brother and I’ve been drooling over him ever since I opened my eyes. I’m sure that is breaking every girl code known to females everywhere. Wait, wasn’t her brother…a cop or something? Things are coming back to me that make the world tilt to a sick angle that has my stomach revolt.

“Is she safe?”

He nods, “Boston wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

Oh good! At least Sadie has someone watching out for her. I’m the one in real trouble because nobody is going to look out for me. And I saw the guys who tried to take…

“Have they found him? Have they found the kid they took? Do they know who the men are?”

This time he shakes his head and frustration is in his eyes. I let my head fall back on the pillow and stare at the ceiling for a moment. What the hell am I supposed to do now? There’s no way those guys aren’t coming after me. I should…

“We’re looking, and with your help we might be able to find them even quicker. We're still not sure why it all happened. And there hasn’t been a ransom.”

“That doesn’t sound good. What…?”

The door to the room bangs open, and I can’t help the small scream that comes out. Add quick to the list of traits Neve’s brother has that make him hotter than hell. He moves in front of me, and something low in my belly grows warm. Tingles shoot through me, causing my thighs to squeeze together. I’m in danger; I should not be having all these urges and newly awakened hormones hitting me now. I should be focused on not dying.