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a sigh. Slade was out now, buying supplies he’d said. “If I’m staying, I’m eating. I’m also not a bad cook, so we can share the burden,” he’d said.
    She’d tried to argue with him, but it was useless. She had a feeling he won most arguments simply by being a stone wall that you couldn’t get around.
    In the background she could hear Jason, playing his video game on the Wii. The game made soft pinging sounds, played bright, happy digital music. Tayra had been strict about that—no TV, no violent video games, and only an hour on weekends playing with his favorite games. Bethany wasn’t going to begrudge Jason a little fun right now.
    She leaned her head back and wondered what it was that Slade wasn’t telling her about why he was here. From the way he’d spoken, there had to be more to it than just him being here for a friend—a man who was like a brother to him. She had to admit that was half the reason she’d let him stay. She wanted to know more about Slade—including if that was the only name he’d had.
    Exiting out of her program, she pulled up a browser and went online. She’d done some research on Slade Security when she was looking for information on Tayra’s ex, but she’d focused more on Brock Wells. Now she tried to dig into Slade.
    She didn’t find much. Slade—first name Jenson—was ex-military, former SEAL. He had a Master’s in political science, which was impressive. His firm was one of the top security companies in the world, but she’d already known that. His company didn’t list clients, and that wasn’t surprising—security meant you didn’t talk about secrets.
    She had the impression that Slade was very good at keeping secrets. She couldn’t find anything about his personal life. No Facebook page, no listing of relatives, no background on him. Either he kept his digital footprint small or he—or someone else—had worked hard to scrub out his background so he could stay low profile.
    Trying another angle, she searched for Tayra. She’d never really done that before—she’d had no need to find her sister since they were already close. Wedding pictures popped up, along with all of Tayra’s school information. Bethany saw a blurry image of Slade in the background at the wedding—it had been a rushed affair and Bethany hadn’t been able to attend. She’d been on deadline and Tayra had asked her to be a bridesmaid a week before the wedding. Bethany bit down on her thumbnail.
    Had that been the mistake Tayra had made—rushing into a marriage? But she looked so happy in her wedding photos. The radiant bride. The image blurred. Bethany wiped her eyes. She didn’t know why Tayra’s marriage had failed, except she was sure Tayra had been more in love with finding a hero to save her than she was with finding a man who could be a partner to her.
    A hollow tapping interrupted her meandering. She hit the button to put her computer to sleep and glanced at the doorway. Slade stood there.
    He’d changed into jeans and a T-shirt. He looked huge, filling the space. He also looked great. The soft gray-blue of the shirt gave his eyes warmth, and his muscles stretched out the shirt in a way that said he worked hard on staying fit. The jeans clung to long, lean legs. Bethany forced her stare back to his face—she was not going to sit there lusting after the man.
    Slade offered a small, crooked smile. “You ready for lunch? Jason tells me there’s a pizza parlor in town, but they don’t deliver.” That husky tone in his voice had her stomach doing somersaults.
    She told herself it was just hunger. Standing, she stretched. Her shirt rode up and she saw Slade’s gaze slip to the strip of skin she’d just flashed. Stopping the stretch, she tugged down her shirt and nodded. “Give me ten minutes to change.”
    He left and she headed to her closet.
    She’d set up her laptop in the bedroom—Tayra had had a dresser that worked as a desk for her, but she really needed to set up a