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question, she couldn’t say anything intelligent at all. Her gut and back hurt from all the heaving. Her throat was raw. Random spots on her arms hurt from how roughly she’d been handled. Finally, she licked dryly at the corner of her lip and winced. “Just stings.”
    His gaze tracked the movement, and despite how dreadful she felt, her body reacted to his interest. Her pulse jumped, her cheeks heated again, her belly flipped, especially when his gaze remained locked on her lips. Maybe it was the chemistry that had simmered between them the other night when he’d protected her at her apartment. Maybe it was her gratitude for being saved, or maybe it was how jumbled everything felt in her head after the total whirlwind of the past few days, but Jenna would’ve given anything for a fresh mouth and a clean body so she could kiss him. And maybe other things. Definitely other things.
    If her kidnapping had taught her anything, it was to live in the moment. Because who the hell knew when a gangbanger was going to bust down your door, grab you in broad daylight, and stuff you in the back of a van. And then you’d never once get to experience all the things you’d waited to do, to try, to have.
    Except Easy had rescued her and given her a second chance.
    His brown eyes flashed to hers and went absolutely molten. “You’re hurt, Jenna.”
    “Feeling better,” she managed.
    Those eyes narrowed. “And you’ve been through a lot.”
    “All over. Thanks to you,” she whispered. “Easy, I just—”
    Knock, knock, knock.
    Easy flew to his feet as the door pushed open, and Sara peeked in.
    “You’re awake,” Sara said, green eyes filled with both relief and concern. “Can I come in?”
    Jenna nodded and threw some effort into scooting into a sitting position, her back against the unpainted wall. “What is this place?”
    “It’s . . . well, kind of a long story. Shane and Easy’s team are using this building as a base to stage an investigation. There’s a tattoo parlor on the first floor that one of the guys owns. Most of the rest of it is unfinished, like this.” Sara shrugged and shook her head. “How are you?”
    Jenna frowned. “Oh, uh, okay. Mostly.”
    From behind Sara, Easy crossed his arms, arched an eyebrow, and gave her a pointed look that said if she didn’t spill, he would.
    Hadn’t she done enough spilling? Which she guessed explained the hard-assed look. She sighed, not really wanting to burden Sara any more than she’d already done. For years now. “I got sick a few times.”
    That eyebrow was still hitched in disapproval. What a hard-ass! Who’d saved her. And cleaned up her puke. So, okay.
    “Well, actually, I got sick a lot of times. Like, I couldn’t stop dry-heaving most of the night. But I feel much better now,” she rushed to add. Her gaze cut to Easy’s, and she threw him a There. Satisfied? look. He gave a single nod.
    All of Sara’s delicate features dipped into a frown. “How many seizures did you have? How bad? I packed your medicine, so that might help.”
    Her medicine. She wasn’t sure she should take it—at least not yet. But if she refused, then she’d have to explain why she was refusing something she knew she needed. And that meant telling Sara everything that had happened on the second day she’d been held by Bruno, Sara’s not-really boyfriend/gang leader/all-around lowlife. And that wasn’t something Jenna really wanted to do, especially as another knock sounded against the door.
    “It’s Shane. I brought Jenna’s prescription like you asked,” he said from out in the hall.
    “Mind if Shane comes in?” Sara asked.
    Shane’s presence made Jenna question for the first time how the hell she was dressed. Funny that she’d never once wondered or worried about that when it had been just her and Easy. Her gaze dropped down to her chest and she lifted the navy comforter to see what was going on down on the bottom half. Same T-shirt and yoga pants she’d had