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was just young and stupid, like she used to be.
    “No, he wasn’t my husband,” she answered.
    Diane rested her hand on Alecia’s back and helped her down the stairs and into the ambulance. A paramedic climbed in beside her and urged her to lie down on the gurney. She did, only because her head was really starting to hurt.
    “Alecia, I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Diane said before closing the door, and the ambulance pulled away.
    ***
    From across the street, a man slid out of the shadows and watched as Alecia was helped down the stairs and into a waiting ambulance. The ambulance pulled away, but its lights weren’t flashing, and a cop climbed into her cruiser and followed it down the road. He realized now that it was going to be harder than ever to get close to that dark-haired beauty.

Chapter 11
    “Dad … Dad, no, you don’t need to get on a plane and come out here. I’m fine. He just caught me by surprise is all.” Alecia was back at the motel. This time, she’d been upgraded to a one-bedroom suite closer to the front desk. The manager of the motel had comped the room, most likely so that he wouldn’t be sued, and the Sequim detachment was going to have a deputy keeping an eye out. Alecia knew all too well what that meant: They didn’t have the manpower to have someone watch her, so they’d drive by a few times a day. They had Brian’s description out, and Diane said they’d pick him up as soon as they spotted him.
    “Alecia Moran, a monster beats you up and you say to your father that you’re fine, just like you were fine every time you accidently slipped or tripped over your feet until you landed in the hospital with a concussion and a broken nose? Well, your mother and I have already decided,” he said in his thick Irish brogue, which became heavier and more pronounced when he was angry. Alecia really had to listen to understand him, and she knew he had to be two shades of red with fury.
    She heard mumbling in the background. Then her mother came on the line. “Alecia, we’re on our way to the airport, and we’ll sleep there all night until they find us a seat on the plane. But we’re coming.” Her mother spoke calmly, but Alecia could hear her father cursing in the background.
    “Mom, I’m okay, really.” She tried to sound convincing, and she almost believed it herself.
    “No, Alecia, you’re not. But I do know you will be. We’ll see you soon. Keep your cell phone on, and make sure you answer it, or we’ll call the police. We’ll let you know what flight we’re on.”
    Alecia hung up the phone and then eased herself off the bed, mindful of how sore she was. Her back and shoulder hurt the worst, where she’d landed and taken the brunt of the fall when Brian threw her down. Her stomach and legs throbbed only if she moved too fast, and right now she moved like a ninety-year-old woman to the bathroom, where she turned on the tub for a hot bath that she knew all too well would ease the aches. When she stopped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection, she was horrified. Her nose was swollen, with dark bruising under both eyes. Although her nose thankfully wasn’t broken, it was a horrendous sight. Her lip was cut, slightly swollen and now scabbing over, and her neck had bruising from Brian’s large hands. As angry as her father was now, she realized it would take the entire Sequim detachment to keep him from hunting down Brian and killing him after he saw her.
    Someone was pounding on the door, and Alecia slunk back as that paralyzing fear knocked her senseless. She shut her eyes. Knock it off. Just answer the door. The steam filled the bathroom; she reached down and shut off the bath. “Just a minute. I’m coming,” she said, her voice a little shaky as the person knocked harder.
    She looked through the peephole and let out a sigh of relief. She opened the door to Diane, dressed in blue jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt.
    Diane pulled off her sunglasses while