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not,” I said, as I subconsciously rubbed my arm where the elaborate tattoo was exposed. But of course I was. I was that little girl—Kathryn “Blue” O’Malley—on that Thailand beach nineteen years ago who had screamed, “Tsunami!” over and over, alerting, warning, prompting people to run for their lives. On that fateful day, the sea had whispered the word Tsunami over and over and over to me. Scream it, Blue , the sea had said. And run, run for high ground while you’re doing it. Oh, yes, I had saved lives that day—many, I was told. But I wasn’t able to save the three most important to me—my mother, my father, and my older brother—if only by four minutes—Finn. Finnegan Patrick O’Malley had been my heart, my life, my twin.
    Disgusted, I tossed so-called Gabriel his jeans, which he caught easily in midair. I lifted his shorts with my big toe and kicked them within his reach. If I decided to kill him, it’d be easier if he was dressed.
    He reached for his shorts, and the sleeping bag slid dangerously low. I didn’t want to think about that magnificent body, the hard lines and muscled thighs. It might distract me from the kill shot.
    Gabriel picked up the underwear and held them up. “What’s the matter, Blue?” He enunciated my name slowly, softly. “Afraid you might catch something? I think it’s a bit late for that, considering”—he raised a knee, and the sleeping bag slid lower still—“that we spent the night together nude.”
    I narrowed my eyes as I felt the telltale tingle of embarrassment creep into my cheeks. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me blush. Again. I had to leave. My pale skin was easier to read than a neon sign. Not that I’d seen neon in more than a decade. 
    “Just get dressed. I’ll be back.” I twirled the knife into a blur, which was a habit. I realized it probably looked hokey, but what the hell; I didn’t get many chances to show off my knife skills, and he was a captive audience. Literally. “Depending on what I hear,” I continued, “if I like your answers, I’ll decide if you live”—twirl—“or die.” Twirl. Man, I’d just impressed myself with this knife act, set a new speed record, even. I was such a badass. “Max, come.”
    Max trotted toward the door, but not before stopping to give this Gabriel a lick on the hand. He was rewarded with a lazy scratch behind the ears by those long, slender fingers. Max clearly did not understand the difference between friend and foe . Or loyal subject and traitor . And Gabriel Black, if that was truly his name, didn’t seem the least bit worried that I was twirling a twelve-inch blade. You would have thought I held a baton, like those bandleaders I had seen once in a parade, and not a weapon that could disembowel him in less than five seconds.
    I shook my head. Max was going to make me call him again, wasn’t he? Like being naked in front of this guy wasn’t humiliating enough, I now had my dog, my monster killer dog, in love with him. What had I done to make my Max turn on me so viciously?
    I grabbed the doorknob once more, took a breath to steady my nerves, and yanked the door open. Any second Max would rush in, push against me, and crowd his way out first. I let two heartbeats go by before I peeked over my shoulder. Max was lying on his back now while Gabriel rubbed his belly.
    “Max!” Oh, no. That was almost a squeak again. I cleared my throat. “Max,” I said in a commanding voice. There, that got his attention. That or the strip of salmon that hung drying by the door that I’d nabbed. “Come.” Max saw the food, dashed to my side, grabbed the fish, and, just like old times, he pushed and jostled me out of the way. He sprang out the door, snagging my blanket in his rear paw. I held on to the material for dear life. I mean really, I’d had enough nudity in the last twelve hours to start my own camp.
    With fish in mouth, Max paused just long enough to see me lose my balance and