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then started on the other limb to do the same.
    “Channing,” she sighed as I kissed a mark near her cunt. “It’s all right. I’m all right. You’re not gonna let him touch me again.”
    “Never,” I promised. “No matter what I have to do.”
    I pulled her to her feet and slipped the destroyed shirt off her, thankful I’d secretly packed more clothes in the car. Carefully, I unhooked her bra and pulled it away, tossing it over my shoulder. She giggled as I unfastened the button on her skirt. It fell to her feet, leaving her standing in twisted panties.
    “Don’t,” I commanded when she lifted her hands to them. I’d never seen something as sexy as her, a mess from fucking, a mess from me fucking her.
    The only things that tainted my enjoyment were two large bruises on her torso—one covering her right ribs and the other suspiciously fist-sized on her right hipbone.
    I drew the back of my finger along her ribs. “How?”
    “It doesn’t hurt.”
    I scowled. Of course, it hurt. “Right,” I grated. “Can you breathe okay? He kicked you, didn’t he? Are you sure there aren’t any broken ribs—damn it! I could have punctured your lung when we were—”
    “Stop,” she said. “I’m okay. He made sure there wasn’t anything broken after he did it.”
    “Fucker!” I scoured my knowledge of the body and medicine for a way to kill my twin without a trace.
    “Channing, don’t,” she pleaded, cupping my cheek with her hand and making me look into her worried blue eyes. “Don’t do something that will land you in jail and leave me without you.” She lifted up on tiptoes and brushed her soft lips over my mouth.
    I groaned and gently pulled her to me. I loved to fuck hard and fast, but I had to be careful with her even in the cuddling.
    “Promise me,” she pushed.
    I swallowed, bile rolling up my throat.
    Leaning back, she gave me a shake—well as much as a person can shake someone so much larger and stronger. “Promise!”
    “Okay, okay,” I grumbled. “I promise I won’t kill or maim Chad. I’m not promising I won’t kick the shit out of him—maybe more than once.”
    She sighed. “I guess I can’t convince you to come with me.”
    I leaned my forehead against her hair. She smelled like lilies, rainwater, sweat and sex. It might always be my favorite scent. And I’d remember her whenever I smelled any of them. “I can’t,” I murmured. “I have my practice here, everything I’ve worked for.”
    And it made me feel shitty, picking my life over her, but I’d never promised forever. I just wanted her to be safe from Chad. That’s all I’d ever offered.
    “I understand,” she said with a sad smile.
    I straightened and turned away, fastening my pants. Hell, I’d never even taken off my shirt. What a bastard. “I’ll go out to the car and get our things.”
    Leaving the cabin, I went outside and closed the door. I stood stock-still for a long time, my face to the rain, letting it pelt over me. I wished the world was different and that this all could have a different outcome. It just couldn’t—and I didn’t know how to make it happen.
    It was definitely time to turn in my hero card for the schmuck of the year award.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Bree was digging around in a cabinet, her ass in the air when I reentered the room. “Candles,” she said, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled, even in the dimness. “Lots of them. Maybe we can light them in the bathroom and take a shower.”
    “You go ahead,” I said. I dropped her small bag on the floor. I didn’t have a change of clothes since I thought I’d be back home before anyone noticed me gone.
    She frowned, her glee dissipating. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come with me.”
    “It’s not that.” It was more disappointment with myself.
    “Forget I said anything. Can’t we just enjoy this time? Tomorrow, you can take me to the bus, and I’ll smile and wave goodbye.”
    And that just made my mood