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bathroom.
    Too soon, she joined him in bed. He kept his back to her, pretending to have dropped off already, but she wouldn’t be denied. An arm encircled his waist, and her breasts flattened against his back. He resisted shaking her off.
    “Kian, when are we going to have the discussion?”
    He feigned a yawn. “What discussion?”
    She sighed and whined, making him grit his teeth. “You know, about me moving in here. I mean, I already have a key, and I’m here so often. Shouldn’t we make it official? I don’t have a lot of stuff, and my lease is up in another month. I can let my apartment go.”
    “No.”
    He sensed her offense, and he shut his eyes. “No, you don’t want to discuss it now?”
    “No, you’re not moving in.”
    She flew off the bed and clicked the light on. He rolled to his back to find her naked, rage rolling off of her in waves. “Excuse me?”
    Kian searched for words to placate her, but found none. His mind weary as well as his body, he had no energy to let her down easy. In fact, he regretted giving Meghan a key to his house and allowing her in this bed. The house had become his and Evie’s the day he brought her home as his wife, and they had planned to raise their children there. While he’d been sleeping with Meghan for a year, he could hardly call what they had a relationship. She had assuaged his physical desires, and he never told her he loved her. Maybe he was the bastard Evie thought him to be.
    “I’m sorry, Meghan.”
    “It’s her, isn’t it?”
    “What?”
    Meghan sneered and strode over to a chair to grab her robe and drew it on, its sheer material not covering much of anything. “She pops up again, and you don’t want me anymore. Did you forget she caused Brad’s death?”
    “Shut up,” he warned, and sat on the side of the bed, his back to her.
    “It’s true. She didn’t give a damn about you two years ago, and she doesn’t give a damn now. Let me guess, she didn’t tell you where to find her cousin, did she?”
    “She doesn’t know.”
    “I don’t believe that. She helped him escape. I guarantee you, and she knows where he’s holed up.”
    “You don’t know that, Meghan. Just drop it.”
    “Do your job, Kian. Don’t let that—”
    He rolled across the bed and stood before her in a heartbeat. “Please, say it,” he ground out. “Tell me how I am letting my wife interfere with my job.”
    She stood her ground as a trained agent, but he saw doubt in her gaze, questioning whether he would act on the impulse that brought him across the room to where she stood. “Maybe we need time apart.”
    He didn’t deny her suggestion and saw the hurt in her gaze.
    “I’m the one who loves you, Kian. I’m the one who has been here all this time when she ran away because it got too hard.” He said nothing as she began to dress, and he caught a distinct sniff. Saying he was sorry again would be empty. She moved toward the door, but paused as if she waited for him to ask her not to leave. “I’ll still be here when this is over.”
    Kian pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. “Meghan.”
    She turned to face him. He winced at the hope in her eyes.
    “Please…leave the key.”
    “You son of a bitch!”
    She ignored his request and stomped down the steps to the first floor. Soon after the front door slammed, he picked up the sound of her tires peeling out of the driveway. Kian figured he wouldn’t be able to sleep, so he drew on pants and headed barefoot down to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. In the morning, he would go into the office to get a run down on where they were in the investigation. Taggert had gone to the prison to interview anyone who knew Paine and might have information about what he’d planned and who might have helped him. Kian also knew that racketeering meant Paine had an underground network, people who might be able to get him a fake passport to get out of the country. They had already set agents at the bus station, the