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prepared for Paige. He had no idea what to say to her, except maybe that he was sorry. Because he was in mourning too, although he had two and a half months on her.
    He rubbed the outside of his hand where Paige had touched him. Granted, it had been through the towel, but still, had she sensed anything?
    She’d seemed more caught up in the scar on his throat and, yeah, that was a real conversation stopper. There was no hiding the fact someone tried to slit his fucking throat.
    He heard footsteps and the door opening.
Cael
.
    Even though he knew who it would be, he still swung around, prepared for a fight. Because that’s where his head was these days, even three months out of the jungle.
    “What’s the problem, Mace?” Cael kept his voice down out of habit, even though there was no way Paige would hear them through the heavy closed door that separated the back room from the main bar. “She’s really gotten to you. Want to tell me why?”
    He turned to grab a first-aid kit from one of theshelves, opened it and prepped to stitch himself up. “She just found out about Gray a couple of weeks ago.”
    “No wonder she’s upset.”
    “It’s more than that,” Mace said as he poured the peroxide over the wound, the mild sting nothing in comparison to the headache that tightened around the back of his head.
    Cael took the supplies from him and began to stitch Mace’s palm as if he’d done so a hundred times before. He had, of course, and when he finished, Mace knew he’d have that vaguely amazed and slightly frustrated look of a man who wanted nothing more than to remember everything.
    Mace wished he could tell his friend that things were so much better this way, but that was bullshit too.
    Caleb began to talk then. “We have to help her, no matter what the problem is. I know Gray made you promise that … because I made him the same promise.” He paused and looked surprised that he remembered that. Mace cursed inwardly, not so much because it was true, but because Paige’s arrival heralded something he’d feared would happen sooner or later—and now appeared to be happening sooner. “I don’t know much anymore, but I know I’d never do anything to hurt Gray.”
    Caleb’s words were more effective than a knife to the gut … and ten times more ironic. And when Mace finally answered, his words were strangled. “I’ll help her. You shouldn’t be involved.”
    “I know you’re afraid of what I’m going to remember. I may have amnesia, but I’m not stupid.” Caleb ran his hands through his hair in obvious agitation.
    “She’s asking a lot of questions, Cael. About things she shouldn’t know.”
    “I won’t tell her anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “That’s not it. Paige is … psychic. Gray used to talk about it a lot. She can read people with her hands.”
    Cael blinked. “You believe in that crap?”
    For a second, the old Caleb was back and Mace smiled. “With Paige, yeah.”
    Because Gray had. And he’d been more levelheaded than any of them. “She uses touch to find things out. And we’ll be in a hell of a lot of trouble if she finds out anything more than what the Army told her.”
    “So we don’t touch her. Something tells me that’s going to be more of a problem for you than it is for me,” Cael said as he finished bandaging Mace’s hand.
    Caleb was right—Mace was supposed to take care of Paige. He’d promised Gray, had always promised him, every fucking time they’d gone out together.
    But now he was taking care of Cael. The man had done so much for his country—for Gray and for him and for their other teammates, too, especially Reid.
    Reid had been the fourth man on that mission, had been held in another cell, didn’t know anything until the rescue—blamed himself as much as they all did. And he was out there somewhere, attempting to bury the failed mission by hunting down the remains of DMH and looking for Kell.
    Kell wasn’t on that fateful