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the crash, and all I could think about was finding you.”
    She refused to be moved. Refused to be touched. “You found me. I’m alive.”
    “Yeah, and you’re gonna stay that way. So get used to me sticking to you like Super Glue. Until I’ve got you home and medically cleared, I’m your goddamn shadow.”
    She’d take his help. She’d even take his concern, because she knew that once life was back to normal, Jon would fade away again, disappearing back into his life on the edge. She’d go back to her life alone, but at least this time, she had a life to go back to.
    Her chest ached with unshed tears. All those people-damn it, her friend Angie-why had they been dealt the death card, and she and Rigo hadn’t? And here was Jon. Big and strong. Solid and familiar. She needed, craved, the feel of his arms around her. Need to hear the steady beat of his heart. Needed to feel alive.
    As she knew only too well, it was good to want things, but that didn’t mean the things she wanted were good for her. Before her stood six feet three inches of sexually charged male to prove it.
    Waking up to find herself not only in a strange bed but also in a strange country had been discombobulating enough. Waking to find her almost-ex-husband standing over her, with an unreadable expression on his handsome face that she had never seen before, had almost finished off what the accident hadn’t.
    While he force-fed her coffee to get rid of her mental fog, he told her how he’d heard about the accident and flown directly from DC to Miami, then chartered a plane to come to San Cristóbal. Most of his words drifted inside her like smoke on a hazy day. All Danica cared about was that she needed him, and for once, he was there.
    Jon Raven was her drug, and she’d been addicted to him from the moment they met.
    Going off him cold turkey-moving from DC to Florida-resulted in nothing more than severe withdrawal pain. Seeing him again, without the buffer of a conference table and two suited lawyers, brought the clawing desire to the forefront. When she was near the man, every sensible, self-preservation instinct flew out the window.
    So, she’d let him escort her home. Politely thank him. Not touch him. And say good-bye. The sooner the better. “Oh, shoot—”
    He scowled. “What?”
    “They’re giving me the keys to the city on Saturday.”
    “Two days from now?” He gave her an are-you-out-of-your-fucking-mind look. “Forget it. You don’t need the keys to this city.”
    She lifted a brow, unnoticed under her bangs. “Hello? Who made you the boss of me? The president wants to honor me for bringing his son home safely. He’s already tried offering me more money than I’d see in a lifetime.” The conversation was hazy at best. But that had been the gist of it.
    She kicked back the covers and swung her feet to the floor, then had to rest a minute as her body protested and the room did a weird dip and sway before settling again. Eyes downcast she wondered who’d undressed and redressed her and shuddered, rubbing the chill from her arms.
    “Damn it, Dani, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
    She lifted her eyes to his taut features. “Yeah, me too.” She absently straightened her bangs with her fingertips. “Probably because of the crash and all.”
    He glowered at her.
    “Jon.” His name came on a sigh. “The president wants to thank me for his son’s life. The least I can do is stand there and be thanked.”
    He gave her a dark look. “Be thanked long distance. I’m telling you, something’s not right here. Trust me.”
    Her hair brushed her bare shoulders as she shook her head. The movement made her woozy again and she had to brace a hand on the mattress. “Oh, that’s good, coming from you.”
    “Fine. Don’t trust me. But trust my instincts.”
    She was a little taken aback by his fervor. Jon was a lot of things, but he wasn’t an alarmist. His instincts had always been good. Who was she not to pay attention