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all these months
she still recognized his scent; his heat. Her mouth went dry and her heartbeat
raced. She opened her eyes, nerves exploding, all her panic buttons screaming
to get the hell away from him because he was one of the few people with the
power to hurt her.
    “You fought him off? This
experienced serial killer?” Marsh’s hazel eyes swept over her with disdain.
“With these?” He poked her bicep and she jumped.
    Rubbing her arm, she pinched her
lips over words too dangerous to say. Anger boiled beneath the surface of her
skin, circling like a shark looking for a kill. She was stronger than she
looked and the sonofabitch knew it. Never the model of restraint or propriety
he was trying to goad her into making another mistake. They had too much shared
history for her to con him and she’d treated him too badly for him to swallow a
single word she said.
    She should never have drugged him
all those months ago. She’d planned to kiss him until he passed out and she could
escape, but that plan had blown up in her face. They’d had sex, once,
blisteringly hot sex. But he hadn’t seen her naked, didn’t know the secrets
carved into her skin. No one knew except the man with the knife.
    “Leave me alone.”
    Detective Cochrane sniggered. The
two feds supposedly running the show looked at each other with raised brows and
a great big question mark. Marsh went to touch her again, but she flinched and
one side of his mouth twitched, telling her how much she’d given away with that
one small movement.
    Backing up a step, she addressed
the second fed, who’d questioned her in the apartment. “I’ve told you
everything I know. I’m done here.”
    Marsh followed. “Is that right?”
    His eyes were so intense they
glowed. He grabbed her around the waist and she gasped in shock at the contact.
Somehow he turned her around in his arms, slid her effortlessly in front of him
like she weighed nothing at all, her feet dangling uselessly over the step.
    “Get off me!” She struggled,
kicking and hitting, but her fists bounced off him with no real effect. His
scent enveloped her, crisp expensive cologne over strong healthy male. The
sensation of his hands burning a familiar path over her skin excited and
infuriated her all at the same time. But after what she’d been through tonight,
the last thing she wanted was some guy manhandling her like a freaking doll.
    Through her fury she watched the
stunned expressions of the men below her. Then she realized Marsh was lifting
her sweater.
    No. No. No. Dammit !
    She panicked, grabbed onto his
forearms, felt the strength in those muscles. She twisted harder, but his arms
were a vise, holding her to him.
    Cold air caressed bare skin for the
second time that night. His arm shielded her nudity, one hand cupping her
breast like it belonged there. His absolute determination burned through her
struggles and she went rigid with fury.
    So much for honor and integrity.
    “Did you mention these ,
Josephine?” Anger brushed the shell of her ear.
    She didn’t need to look down to see
the long silver scars that lined her abdomen in diagonal crosses. Rage heated
until it was a white-hot mist as Marsh exposed her biggest secret—her greatest
shame—to the whole world. The shocked expressions on the cop and feds’ faces
should have been comical, but the obvious repugnance and pity she saw there
made her stop fighting.
    “You have blood on you, miss.”
Detective Cochrane’s eyes were troubled now and Marsh’s grip tightened, driving
the air from her lungs.
    “It’s nothing.” She hadn’t had time
to clean up after that sonofabitch had attacked her, but she hadn’t told the
cops that. She hadn’t told them that he’d hurt her or what he’d said. She
looked over her shoulder into Marsh’s grim, unsmiling face. “Let go of me or
I’ll rip out your fucking throat.”
    Fire lit his eyes, but his voice
was soft. “You don’t scare me, Josephine. At least, not that way.”
    Marsh