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and aching. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
    Hot tears burned her eyes. How could he still want her after the way he’d abandoned her? What kind of monster was he? She turned away from him and rolled an oversized black suitcase from her walk-in closet. When she came back out he’d moved from the bed and stood in the doorway, his hand on the knob.
    “I’ll be downstairs.”
    She managed a small nod. If she opened her mouth the floodgates would open, and she refused to cry in front of him. She’d cried enough over this man for two lifetimes.
    “Oh, and Alexis?”
    She turned and lifted her eyebrows at his question.
    “If you try to leave, I will make good on my promise.” With a smile that wasn’t quite apologetic, he shut the door behind him.
    She tossed a throw pillow at the door. It might be childish, but it made her feel better. Hurrying to the door, she slid the lock into place. The flimsy thing wouldn’t stop Hunter, but it would give her a little warning if he came back. Her cell phone was downstairs, and after checking the portable in her room and not getting a dial tone, she realized someone must have cut the line. Another shiver snaked through her, knowing the man who’d come after her had taken that precaution. She bit back a scream of frustration and forced herself to calm down and think.
    Quickly she tugged on her clothes and boots. Hunter might not want to physically hurt her, but her only priority was getting to her son. She didn’t want to tell Hunter about him yet. She could worry about why Hunter had shown up out of the blue later. One way or another she would get her questions answered from him. For now though, she had to get to Jonathan. Just because she didn’t have a vehicle didn’t mean she couldn’t get away.

Chapter 3
     
    Hunter paced the length of Alexis’s living room and went over their limited options. He could drag Alexis with him while he disposed of the body, making her an accessory. Or he could leave her alone for a few minutes and hope she didn’t split. He’d seen that gleam in her pale blue eyes. Even if he could leave her alone, she wouldn’t stick around long. There had been so much anger emanating from her as she’d clutched that towel and glared at him.
    What he wouldn’t give to have pulled that towel away from her and feasted on everything he’d been fantasizing about for years. As a vivid memory of making love to her on the beach under the moonlight played in his head, he suddenly wished he’d never met her at all. He didn’t even have to shut his eyes to see it. Her back was arched. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders and onto the blanket. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning his name. His. Not someone else’s.
    Hunter cursed under his breath. Having had her and knowing he never could again was worse than any torture he’d ever endured.
    A lead ball congealed in his stomach at the thought of dragging her with him as he disposed of the dead assassin, but he couldn’t see another way out of it. Even if she didn’t leave the house, if he left her alone she’d be unprotected.
    Before he could change his mind, he drove the SUV into the garage and transferred the body to the back. If there was any other way to handle this, he’d do it. If he called the police, Alexis would be hauled down for questioning, making her an easy target. No, he wasn’t depending on a small town sheriff’s department to protect her. He’d walked away once to protect her. This time he’d take care of things his way.
    Survival sometimes outranked man’s laws. He’d learned that at a young age.
    He retrieved the extra gun from beneath his pants leg and rushed upstairs. After a quick knock, he tried the door handle only to find it locked. He knocked once. “Alexis?”
    No answer.
    He pulled out his pocket knife, flipped up the small flathead screwdriver and inserted it into the small hole. With a quick twist, he unlocked it and opened the door.
    Her empty suitcase