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horny when they’re drunk?”
    “That doesn’t mean it’s not true.” His hands still tingled with the feel of her skin.
    “Don’t. I didn’t bring you here for a good time. I brought you here so you wouldn’t do something stupid.”
    Too late.
    Her rejection stung, but not as much as the shame of his lack of control. Hiding his self-loathing behind a practiced smile, he leaned back on his elbows. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
    Not even trying to hide her disgust, Jenna shook her head and walked out. “Good night, Mick.”
    Good night. As if such a thing were possible.
    Somehow he must have managed to fall asleep though, because when he woke up hours later, it felt like someone was running a jackhammer inside his head. Every time he changed position it pounded harder against his skull. But at least he was no longer stuck in the running loop of Rob’s death that had plagued him every night since the firefight. Coming to slowly, he realized someone was knocking on the door.
    “Damn,” he muttered. “Just a sec.”
    He rolled out of the bed—Rob’s bed instead of his own, because, oh yeah, he was an ass—and pulled on his jeans before opening the door. Jenna stood in the hall, freshly scrubbed and smelling like flowers, dressed in black slacks and a satiny gray shirt. Perfect mourning wear. And somehow sexy in spite of it.
    Her eyes widened at the sight of his naked torso and her cheeks flamed. Fixing her gaze on the bandage on his biceps where he’d gotten some more ink added to his tribal tattoo, she asked, “What did you get this time?”
    “Just made the old one more elaborate.” He’d needed something to hurt, something to distract him from the pain in his head.
    She stared at him for a second. “Well, if you want to pick up your car before the service, we need to get going.”
    Damn . According to his watch it was already after noon. He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to get his mental shit in gear. “Yeah, give me five minutes.”
    Eight minutes later, they were on I-66 westbound, Mick feeling like more of a heel with every mile. Next time he would definitely call a cab. Though, if he were smart, there wouldn’t be a next time. The thing was, drinking killed brain cells, and when you didn’t want what was in your brain anymore, sometimes that seemed like a good thing.
    “When you packed Rob’s things, did you see a memory card anywhere?” Jenna said, bringing him out of his downward spiral.
    “What kind?”
    “For his camera. When I was going through his things yesterday, I noticed that the card was missing.”
    He shook his head. “I don’t remember anything like that.”
    She adjusted her rearview mirror and frowned.
    Mick checked the side mirror. What was she looking at?
    “Do you think that blue Toyota is following us?” she asked after another moment.
    Using the vanity mirror in the visor, he spotted a Camry driving in the middle lane several cars behind them. He couldn’t make out the license plate, but he’d recognize the general shape of the numbers if he saw it again. It didn’t hurt that it was a Virginia specialty plate with the seal of the commonwealth in the center. Not unusual, but not exactly standard either. Plus, there was a tattered military base sticker on the front windshield.
    “What makes you ask?” He faced forward, but kept the car in his line of sight, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.
    She shrugged. “Nothing specific, just a feeling. It’s not the only car that’s been with us for several miles. I’m probably being stupid.”
    “Get off at the next exit. We’ll find out. You should always trust your instincts.”
    Like an actor straight out of a driver’s ed video, she checked her mirrors and blind spot, put on her blinker, and pulled into the right lane, blinker still ticking. “Now what?”
    Mick scanned the upcoming intersection and the large strip mall on the corner. “Pull into that burger joint’s drive-through. I’m starving,