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It was apparent that Rio had no tact, but if you were as big and scary as he was, he didn’t need it. “I don’t even drink, you moron.”
    “Okay, did you take a sleeping pill one night?”
    “No, I wouldn’t harm my baby.” Did he think she was careless with another life?
    “Okay, did you go to bed early one night because you were sleepy or didn’t feel good?
    “No, no, no…” She stopped and cocked her head to the side. “Wait a second. About three months ago, I did go to bed early because I was so tired.”
    “He probably drugged you and then inserted it while you slept.”
    Would Alvarez risk his child in order to inject her with a tracking device? Probably. He couldn’t lose his heir. Alvarez was paranoid, would shoot people just to keep the other people in line. Several of the girls who he had tried to get pregnant just disappeared and the rumors were that they were dumped in the middle of the wilderness alive. Several men hunted them like animals, and whoever captured the woman was allowed to do—whatever. A cold fear swept through her. Did Rabid Rio participate in this? Did he hunt, rape and then kill these poor girls when he was finished with them? Her gut said he probably was the winner most of the time.
    Rio stooped, picked up her bag, and slung it in the cab. And before she could guess his next move, he scooped her up and headed back in the diner.
    He set her on her feet. “Fred, bring me the medical kit that has a surgical scalpel. I think it’s the red one.”
    Her knees buckled and he caught her by the arm to steady her. He whipped a chair around and bumped it against her legs . “Here , sit down before you fall.” His words were so harsh they scraped against her soul. Hormones. It must be the hormones. Why did his words affect her so? It wasn’t like she even cared whether he approved of her or not.
    Damn it. Her lower lip quivered. No, this can’t be happening. I will not cry . And she didn’t when the old man came out with a surgical knife. “Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Fred whipped out a trashcan from under the counter and had it between her legs. She dry heaved several times, but nothing came up.
    When she sat up, Fred handed her a wet paper towel. “Thanks.”
    “No problem. Now, who wants the knife?” There was a gleam in his eye when he said it. She held out her hand, and Fred cocked a brow.
    “She’s got a microchip in her shoulder. It has to come out and then we all need to get out of here.”
    A frown crossed Fred’s face. “I’ll pack us some breakfast. What are you going to do with your stash?”
    “I’ll throw it in the back of the truck.” After Fred left, Rio turned to her. “What’s your name?”
    She looked up at him. He stood still as death, eyeing her with those cold, black eyes. Again, it was a demand. She hated demands. “You don’t need to know my name. Just get that damned thing out and let me go.”
    “I want to know your name.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it will be easier to talk to you if I know what to call you.”
    The last thing she wanted was for Rio to know her name, but it didn’t take a genius to know he’d be like a dog with a ham bone. Her name was Catherine, but everybody called her Cat. She’d given Alvarez her middle name of Mari, but Rio would never know that. She was afraid if she gave Rio an alias, he’d call her by that name, and she’d flub up and not answer to it. “You can call me Cat.”
    “Cat what?”
    “That’s all you need to know to talk to me.”
    “Cat with a C or Kat with a K.”
    “I will answer to either.”
    “Fair enough. Turn around, lay your upper body on the table , and pull your shirt up. I’m going to remove it, and it may need a stitch or two, but don’t worry, I’ve stitched up myself plenty of times.”
    “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
    “Probably not, but it’s the truth anyway, Cat .”
     
     
     
    So his mate’s name was Cat. That suited her. She’d fight him