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was going through a rough time back then. Jamison was old-fashioned. He asked my father for his permission to marry me, and in the process offered my father something he couldn’t turn down.”
    “Your father didn’t mind the age difference either?”
    “ Not at the time. It wasn’t until Jamison and I moved that he began to voice his real opinions. It was too late because I’d already decided what I wanted. I grew even further apart from my parents after that decision.”
    “When was the last time you spoke with them?”
    Keira frowned. “At Jamison’s funeral.” She remembered it like it was yesterday. The horrid look in her parent’s eyes as Jamison was put to rest. The body was so badly mutilated that she’d insisted on a closed casket at the wake and burial.
    Shortly after the fu neral her mother had asked her what she’d gotten herself into, as if she’d had some hand in all of this happening. But she could tell her parents were just scared. They wanted no part in the danger of it all. Keira was left to deal with the loss alone, praying she wasn’t the next victim.
    “I’m sorry to bring back these memories, but I have to ask these questions. I’m here to protect you, but I also need to understand the full extent of the threats to your life to prepare for the worst. I’m sure you know what my next question will be?”
    She swallowed, but it did nothing to moisten her dry throat. “I don’t know why they killed my husband.”
    “They?”
    “One of the killers was found dead last week floating in a pond. His name was Leonard. He sat on the company’s board several months prior to his death. The case was recently closed and it was noted that Leonard held a grudge against Jamison and brutally murdered him out of spite.”
    Aiden sat back in his chair. “It doesn’t look like you believe this.”
    “There is no doubt there was some sort of falling out between he and Leonard, but the plot to kill Jamison did not happen overnight. And he didn’t act alone.”
    “Someone else aided him?”
    “Leonard wasn’t the man who delivered the death blow that killed Jamison.” She paused, and her gaze ran across the patterns on the table cloth. Why was she recounting the story for what seemed like the hundredth time? No one every believed her side of it. “There was no earthly way a man could have done what that thing did to Jamison.”
    “What happened to Jamison? What do you mean that thing?”
    “He had an attack dog with him. Some kind of rabid wolf.” She shook her head lightly, trying to dispel the image. “His throat…the thing tore out—” Before she could finish her sentence disgust rose to her throat and she clutched her tightened chest.
    “You’re still upset about it.” Aiden’s expression turned from hardened to remorseful.
    “Do you feel the need to quit now? After I’ve told you this…?”
    “I’m not one to back down,” Aiden said, in a low but firm voice. “Can you tell me more about the wolf? Did they find him?”
    “No one believes me, not even my lawyer. But there was a wolf…there really was.” A sharp pain tugged inside her head. A migraine. She hated them. Evidently the memories were still too much for her to handle. Keira rose from the table and tossed the cloth napkin next to her half eaten entrée. “I don’t feel well. Talking about that night has never been easy for me.”
    “I understand.” Aiden rose and reached for her. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
    When his gentle hand made contact with her forearm, sh e paused, almost forgetting her sordid past. His touch felt so right, smooth and reassuring against her skin. In that moment, she didn’t want to let go.
    Keira slowly lifted her gaze to meet his smoldering eyes. His pupils contracted reminding her of something exotic, feral…and animalistic. He was close. Close enough that she could feel his body vibrating against her.
    Like this—so near to him—she could see the perfection in his skin tone