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breathing. When a group of Christmas carolers passed by the house, their off-key singing audible even on the second floor, Hunter shook himself and withdrew from Kat’s warm body.
    He peeled off the condom, hitched up his jeans and carefully tucked his cock back into his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. Drained and inexplicably angry, he glared at the dresser.
    “Did it even occur to you to say goodbye?” The question came out before Hunter could silence it. He tensed, unsure how he wanted Kat to answer. If he wanted her to answer at all.
    After a beat of silence, she said, “When did I have the chance? You were there one day and gone the next.”
    He exhaled slowly, unable to answer.
    “You just left. God, I was so mad at you for leaving without telling anybody.”
    Hunter watched her reflection in the mirror as she pushed up to sit cross-legged near the headboard. She pulled a pillow onto her lap and hugged it to her chest, hiding her nudity.
    His blood roared in his ears, momentarily blocking out the cheerful, off-key singing from the street. “You didn’t get my note.”
    “What note?”
    “The only damned note that ever mattered.” Shoving off the bed, he stared down at her. “You never got it?”
    She shook her head, confusion clear on her face.
    Shock gave way to anger, and the anger buckled under the rising fury. Now he understood why she’d never given him an answer one way or the other.
    Hunter reached the door in two strides, throwing it open. Liam stood at the end of the hall, half turned to face him. He felt Kat hovering beside him, but Liam was his focus now. A decade of anguish, of needs denied, forced its way through the rage. Distantly, he heard himself speak. “You took it, didn’t you?”

Chapter Three
    Liam turned to fully face Hunter’s accusation. He didn’t dare look at his wife, couldn’t deal with the betrayal he knew he’d find there. “She deserved more than a Post-it from a man who was too much of a coward to speak his feelings out loud.”
    “What note?” Kat stood partially obscured by Hunter’s combat-muscled body but nothing hid the hurt vibrating in her voice.
    Before Hunter could say anything to make the situation worse, Liam told her the truth. “The night before he left for basic training, he dropped by, wanted to see you. You were over at Adele’s, so he left you a note.”
    “What did it say?” She stepped out from behind Hunter.
    “I love you,” Hunter answered. “Come with me.”
    “That wasn’t all of it.” Liam reached for Kat but she held up her hand to stop him.
    “Don’t, Liam. Not right now.” She looked over her shoulder at Hunter. “What else?”
    Liam met Hunter’s eyes over her head. The other man’s jaw worked but he didn’t say anything.
    “What else? ” Kat repeated.
    Her calm, focused demeanor worked like ice on Liam’s back. He needed her out of the situation, couldn’t focus with her between them. “Go back into the bedroom and get dressed, Kitty-Kat. This is between me and Hunter.”
    “Hunter,” she said.
    “You should do what Liam told you to do. Don’t step out of character on my behalf.”
    Kat’s breath hitched but instead of filling with tears, her eyes flashed with fury. Liam knew the instant Hunter recognized the emotion, saw the other man tense just before Kat drove her small fist into his stomach. He didn’t so much as rock on his heels, but his dead-serious Marine expression faltered.
    “Fuck you.” Kat flexed her hand and glanced back at Liam. “And fuck you, too.”
    She shoved past Hunter and slammed the bedroom door behind her. Liam stared at the closed door, exercising all his self-control to keep himself from following her. Neither he nor Hunter spoke, and neither of them missed the choked sound of Kat trying to restrain her sobs as she opened drawers and rammed them home again. After a minute, Liam realized he and Hunter were both breathing hard. He studied Hunter