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grief-stricken wife. Why would he leave the woman he
loved when she needed him the most—to help me, a complete
stranger?
    The answer was glaringly obvious.
    “I’m going to rip his fucking heart out.”
    Spinning on my heels, I made a beeline for
the house, but the damn boots made it difficult. I curled my toes,
doing my best to run. I didn’t give a rat’s ass if I looked
completely ridiculous, which I assumed I did.
    “Where are you going?” Gretchen’s feet banged
on the ground behind me. “We have to talk about this, Tess. It’s
important to…”
    Her voice became lost to me as blood pulsed
through my veins while my heart hammered. Intense anger fueled my
steps and I pushed all my strength into my legs to outrun her. The
warm wind brushed over my hot skin, but it did nothing to cool the
scorching rage within.
    “Stop! Tess!” Gretchen yelled. “Whose
heart?”
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    The ugly wallpaper in the living room became a blur
as a vice grip wrapped around my middle. My legs swung around in
front of me and my boots flew off my feet, splattering dirt on the
fancy red-velvet chaise near the fireplace. Dane’s aftershave
filled my flaring nostrils and smelled nicer than the man himself.
I pounded my fists against his arms that caged me, and I would’ve
bit him if I had the chance.
    “Let me go,” I screeched.
    He held onto me for a second longer, and then
with no care, tossed me to the hardwood floor. His knee pressed
into my lower back, pinning me beneath him. I groaned when he
pushed the full force of his weight against me. Totally stuck, I
stared at Wayde’s feet in front of me, now at eye-level, and
cursed.
    “You’ve kicked me in the balls—twice now, I
might add,” Dane snarled. “Explain yourself.”
    Well no, kicked him once would be more
accurate for the present, but I’d kneed him in the junk after he
kissed me in front of Kipp and put my current hell into motion. But
really, who was counting?
    “Best you explain yourself .” I
bit off, even if it sounded like a grumble since the pressure he
exuded on my back had taken the wind out of my lungs. “You,
no-good-son-of-a-bitch.”
    The pressure increased.
    “Dane, get off her,” Amelia said in a soft
voice, showing no hint of emotion at either being pissed at me for
the attack on her husband, or bothered by his aggressive
response.
    “Promise you won’t kick me again.” He
sneered.
    I fought against his hold, wracking my brain
to come up with a way to get my knee back at his jewels. To my
annoyance, his hold remained fierce. He did work for the F.B.I. and
perhaps that came with some combat training, explaining why, at the
moment, I found myself royally screwed.
    “Fine. I won’t kick you.” For now, I nearly
added. It all depended on what he said next if his balls would be
up in his throat again.
    Slowly, as if it pained him to do so, he
removed his knee, and then the pressure at my back vanished. I
pushed off the hardwood floor in two-point-two seconds, noticing
his pale face and the way he wasn’t standing straight. Good on
him .
    Gretchen finally entered through the living
room doorway—perhaps she’d been stunned by my ninja moves. She
stepped in next to me and fought her smile, but her amusement
showed in the twinkle of her eyes. “Are you all right?”
    “Yes.” I smoothed my pink T-shirt over my
jeans, running my hands over my ruffled hair, noting the ends were
a little crunchy. I needed a haircut—desperately—but who had time
for such things? I sure as hell didn’t, and my broken fingernails
proved it. “I’m fine.”
    “ You’re fine?” Dane’s eyes blazed with
fury as he dropped down on the couch, a little stiffly. “What the
hell is wrong with you?”
    I didn’t care about his wrath. He had
mine to face. “You set me up. Don’t try to deny it. I know you did.”
    “I…” He glanced at his wife, who stared at
him with wide eyes, and then he looked at me. Some of the heat
removed from his