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early. Her mother died when she was young and her father was a mobster. He’d been killed in a police raid when she was ten. Her brother, Rolo, had been the only real family she had left, though they had both gone to live with her uncle, Max Gorgonio. Rolo had been the only person who’d ever been close enough to gain her trust, until she’d met Mykal.
    Trust. The word tasted bitter on her lips. What good had all that trust done when the rubber hit the road? It melted away like a springtime snowfall and left cold comfort behind.
    “Hey, what’s the deal?”
    She dropped Mykal’s hand with a start. She’d forgotten his brother was still here.
    “Nothing,” she said quickly. “I was just…thinking.”
    “Oh, yeah?” He gave her a doubtful look. “Well, I’ve got to go meet…uh…my lawyer. I’ve got to get going now. Are you going to be here for the night?”
    Was she? No. She had to go. Staying wouldn’t accomplish anything. She looked back down and sighed. She hated to leave him, but what else could she do?
    Kylos twitched, blinking rapidly. “If you are, you can keep an eye on him. But I want to be perfectly clear. I want to make sure he stays quiet, and in order to do that, I think we ought to keep him pretty drugged up.”
    The way he’d phrased that gave her a bad feeling and she looked at him, curious. “Drugged up?” she repeated doubtfully.
    “Sure. That’s what they did in the hospital, didn’t they? No one wants to take any chances with that shrapnel thing in his back.”
    “Oh, I agree. But he doesn’t have to be out cold in order to stay quiet, does he?”
    He shrugged and looked bored with it all. “Whatever it takes, honey. I’d just as soon you kept him groggy. He’s easier to handle that way.”
    Her mouth dropped. What on earth was this man talking about?
    “Hey.” He pinched her cheek and grinned at her. “Just play along for now and I’ll make sure you get a bonus when this job is over. I just need a couple more days and then…” He twitched nervously and looked as though he was afraid he might have said too much. “What I mean is, I’m really worried about my brother’s chances. He’s got big things in the works and we have to keep him calm. Get it?”
    No, she didn’t get it at all, but she nodded. And at the same time, she had a sinking feeling. She wasn’t going to leave, was she? Not while this vulture was strutting around asking her to drug Mykal. She couldn’t allow that. Someone had to monitor the situation. She sighed. Maybe she would be here for the long haul after all.
    Or at least until Mykal’s last few years came back to him and he realized that she was his wife—and that he hated her.
    She woke up feeling odd. For a moment, she looked around, disoriented. Where in the world was she? And then it flooded back to her and she jerked upright. The bed was empty. Where was Mykal?
    She heard water. A shower. The bathroom.
    Leaping to her feet, she raced to the bathroom door and flung it open without thinking twice.
    “What the heck do you think you’re doing?” she demanded into the steamy room.
    “Well, hello to you, too.” He leaned around the shower curtain, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Care to join me?”
    She drew in a sharp breath, realizing this must seem odd to him. At the same time, the sight of his naked body, which was clear at the edge of the shower curtain, did nothing but bring back delicious memories. It was a body she knew only too well—but he didn’t know that.
    “You’re not supposed to do anything without support,” she said crisply, making it up as she went along, but pretty sure she had the melody right, if not the exact words. “I’m here to help you. Any sudden moves could kill you!”
    He made a face. “Okay, take it easy. I’m not suicidal. But I can make some decisions for myself.”
    “Not until you clear them with me.” She might have gone over the top, but she was genuinely worried. He was being reckless.