dangerous his life had been at times. âI should have taken Bruno apart when I had my chance, but by the time Iâd recaptured him almost a year later, I felt law abiding again and stupidly turned him over to the authorities.â
âLaw abiding again? â
He shrugged. âThe injury forced me off police work, which put me in a . . . bad mood.â What an understatement. Heâd been in a killing rage for months. âI admit to being a little unruly for a while there.â
âThey fired you?â
âWorse. They offered me a desk job.â And he hadnât been able to stand it. He liked to get in the thick of things, not fill out the endless paperwork after the dust had settled. âI was plenty pissed about it for a while there. Then I got over it and became a bounty hunter instead.â
âA bounty hunter with a limp?â
âNo, smart ass. Well, only when I overdo it.â Damn it, what had she expected him to do? Sit around and twiddle his thumbs? Not likely. Heâd have gone nuts in less than a month.
âRight. So you caught this Bruno character and turned him over to the police.â
That was simplifying it a bit, but Joe didnât say so. Luna couldnât understand about the hassles of tracking someone who didnât want to be caught, and who had the resources to stay hidden. Especially a petty, ruthless bastard like Bruno. âThatâs about it.â
âYou two have quite a history, it seems.â
âYou could say that. I arrested him and got shot in the bargain. He jumped bail and went missing for a while, until I caught up to him again. He was locked up until he hijacked a truck during a work detail, and now heâs hiding again. Or rather, he was hiding until he decided I was a problem he had to get rid of.â
âMy God. You think he wants to actually kill you?â
Joe shrugged as if it didnât really matter. Truth was, he didnât intend to get caught off guard again. From now on, heâd be ready for Bruno. And when he caught him again, the son of a bitch would pay. âHe doesnât have much choice if he wants to stay free. He knows Iâll get him. Eventually.â
Luna slumped up against the dresser and her voice went weak. âIf he doesnât get you first.â
Joe used her obvious concern to his advantage. âExactly. If Iâm staying with you for a while, in North Carolina no less, Iâll be out of reach.â At least until Iâm fit enough to retaliate in kind. âBruno would never think to look for me there. Itâll also throw the more persistent ladies off the track. They wonât be able to find me, and theyâll give up, too.â
Luna began pacing again. âJust until you come back.â As she paced, she picked up his jeans, his T-shirt, his socks.
Acrimony filled her tone, and that pleased Joe. Could she be jealous? He hoped so. âYeah, well, I was thinking of relocating to Kentucky anyway, to be closer to the cousins.â And to you. âYou know, I do believe Zane misses me between visits.â
That gigantic falsehood had her pinching her mouth together to keep from snorting, or spilling the truth as she knew it. Zane liked Joe more now than he had a year ago, but he would forever be leery of him. In their younger days theyâd competed for women, and too often, Joe had won.
Now that Zane was in love, he refused to see beyond that. He knew Joe didnât poach, and he trusted his sweet little wife, Tamara, but it still made him uncomfortable to let Joe too near her.
Twitting Zane was about as close to honest fun as Joe had these days.
âJoe.â Luna dumped the clothes into a pile on the foot of the bed. âYouâre trying to make this sound like Iâd be doing you the favor, instead of the other way around.â
âYou will be doing me a favor.â Youâll be giving me the opportunity to wear you down.
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