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She probably looked sick, too, when Max came to her door. Not that he cared what she looked like anymore.
Or ever really. He’d always been sweet about telling her she looked great to him no matter what.
She missed that, having someone who saw the best in her.
She managed to eat all the fluffy scrambled eggs, one of the four pieces of bacon, and half the crispy fried potatoes. The coffee, she downed.
She left the plate on the dresser, feeling full and semialert, thanks to the caffeine kick. She walked down to the bathroom and gasped at the sight of herself in the mirror.
No wonder Mr. Wilde was worried. If she’d looked half as bad yesterday as she did right now, he’d probably think she needed a tranquilizer and her head examined.
She didn’t have a lot of time, so she finger brushed her teeth with Max’s toothpaste, washed her face, finger combed out her long hair, and, using the hair band she’d found at the bottom of her purse, gathered all her hair in a ponytail low on the back of her head. She left it loose, so it didn’t pull her stitches, but she still looked somewhat improved.
She found the ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet and took two. That, with the caffeine, should help ease her headache and sore muscles.
She couldn’t do anything about her outfit. Or the fact that she didn’t have a bra or underwear. Hunt obviously didn’t have experience packing for a woman, though he’d at least brought her comfortable clothes.
Feeling refreshed and not like death warmed over, she headed back to her room, grabbed her dishes, and walked to the stairs.
“What do you mean she can’t go home? She needs to go home.” Max’s emphatic voice stopped her cold.
Hunt stood in the entryway with Max, Mr. Wilde, and a man she didn’t know.
“Kenna.” Just her name from Hunt had Max spinning around to stare up at her.
He folded his arms over his chest. “Did you eat?”
She tilted her plate enough for him to see. “Most of it.” She looked at Mr. Wilde. “Thank you for breakfast.” She continued down the stairs.
Mr. Wilde shrugged. “Don’t thank me. Max made it for you.”
She snapped her head back to Max.
He didn’t look the least remorseful for lying to her. Well, he didn’t say Mr. Wilde made it, only that she should eat it so that Mr. Wilde didn’t worry about her.
“You look better,” Mr. Wilde said, being kind.
She did not look better, just less frazzled.
She focused on Hunt. “You said you were coming to take me back to my apartment?”
Hunt shook his head. “Actually, I texted that I’d be here in an hour.”
She narrowed her gaze. “The rest was implied.”
Hunt looked amused. “Um. No. It wasn’t.”
Her anxiety amped up again. “Then please explain.”
“You’re in danger and you can’t go home,” the man she didn’t know said bluntly.
She looked him up and down, wondering if she should know this person. “I’m sorry. Who are you?”
He pulled out his credentials and flashed her his FBI badge and ID. “Assistant Special Agent in Charge Nick Gunn.”
That made her heart stutter with dread. “Why is theFBI interested in a local crime?” She looked to Hunt, but the agent answered.
“Because your brother took something, possibly hid it in your apartment, and put a target on your back.”
