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his left eye sported a healing shiner.
    She drew in a deep breath, trying to stave off tears.
    “Cara, where’s Aron ?”
    Sal’s mention of her son drew her attention as nothing else could have. “He’s spending the night with Jo and the twins.”
    Sal nodded, though she couldn’t tell why. “How about if I go get him while you pack? I want to be out of here before daybreak.”
    With a sigh, Cara nodded, knowing what had happened here tonight made it impossible for them to stay. She didn’t want to put her friends in danger. And she couldn’t let Sal take Michael without her.
    And she couldn’t leave her son here, even though this was the safest place for him.
    “Okay, Sal. I’ll pack.”
    * * * * *
    Michael fought out of the depths of sleep, knowing something had happened.
    His entire body ached as if he’d been in a fight.
    He forced his eyes open then shut them tight again. The light burned into his retinas and shot daggers into his brain.
    He bit back a groan and gave himself a minute before he tried again. He opened his eyes slowly this time, letting them get used to the light. It wasn’t as bright as he’d thought at first, more like filtered sunshine.
    When he could finally focus, he let his gaze travel around the bedroom that seemed vaguely familiar. The bed was comfortable, the walls a calming shade of dark tan and the woman asleep in the chair by the bed made him break out in a cold sweat.
    Cara. Gods, she was beautiful but she looked exhausted. Possibly even more so than when he’d seen her…last night?
    He lay there without moving, didn’t want to wake her. And he needed to think.
    What was the last thing he remembered?
    He remembered his last kill, the second-to-last man on his list. The man who’d told him where to find his final target. Since that target was on the east coast, he remembered he’d decided he had to see Cara and Aron just one more time. Just to see for himself that they were safe.
    But he’d screwed up. One look at her beautiful face and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her.
    They’d had incredible sex and then… What?
    He lifted his arm to prop himself up and froze when his muscles screamed in pain, an involuntary groan breaking through his tight lips.
    Vaffanculo , he hurt everywhere.
    Cara shifted in the chair and opened her eyes, immediately searching for his. When she saw his were open, her mouth started to tremble and he knew she was about to cry.
    “Cara.” Damn, his voice was shot, nothing more than a broken whisper. It even hurt to speak.
    She shot out of the chair to lay her fingers across his lips. “Don’t try to talk. You’re still so weak. Damn you, Michael. You nearly died. Actually, you did die. How do you feel? Oh wait. Don’t answer that. I can see you feel like shit. But knowing you, you won’t admit it anyway.”
    He frowned and his face actually hurt. “I died?”
    “Yes, you stupid man, you did.” Cara brushed her fingers under eyes, wiping away tears. He wanted to do it for her but he didn’t think he could move without causing massive pain throughout his body. “Damn it, I swore I wasn’t going to cry.”
    And if she did, he’d probably pass out from pain trying to comfort her. “Then don’t. Tell me what happened. Cara—”
    “Oh no.” She waved one finger in front of his face. “Don’t you ‘Cara’ me like that. Damn you, Michael, I am so pissed at you.”
    His eyebrows flew up. That didn’t sound anything like the woman he’d lived with for two years before he’d left her in the care of her sister Lacey and Sal. When he’d left to hunt down a list of five men.
    That woman had never raised her voice. She’d been easily startled, wept at the drop of a hat and never got angry.
    This woman was pissed.
    She stood next to the bed with her hands on her hips, her mouth pursed and angry little vees between her eyes.
    She looked…beautiful. So gorgeous he wanted to grab her and kiss her. Which wasn’t at all like