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without a shred of doubt, that if this man was going after the people who stole my memories, then I was going to do everything in my power to help him. Major Wilks saw the bloodlust in my eyes for what it was and curved his lips up into a smile.
    “Fine,” I said. “I will leave with you right now and listen to what you have to say, but if you or any of your men try anything funny, I will do whatever is necessary to get myself to safety. Believe me when I say you don’t want that fight.”
    I was surprised to see the man smile, even after my obvious threat. “No, Angel, I don’t want that fight. I hope to be allies.”
    Giving me another smile, he looked around the motel and barked, “Get this mess cleaned up, and get those PACs in the trucks. ACES, MOVE!” He pointed a finger at Ryan and said, “You take care of her.”
    “With pleasure, sir.” The grin Ryan gave his superior caused a bundle of nerves to explode in my stomach. Then he turned that devastating smile on me, and my mouth went dry. “Time to go.” He scooted closer very slowly and said, “I’m going to help you up now. Please don’t zap me.”
    I let him help me to my feet. When I immediately started to swoon, he scooped me into his arms. Definitely not a bad place to be. Maybe it was the superconcussion talking, but as he carried me out of the motel, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “My hero.”
    Ryan chuckled as if enjoying some private joke, and murmured, “For once.”
    He shuffled me into the back of a military truck, where we waited for the ACEs to detain the three superthugs and explain the mess to the local authorities. The truck was one of those canvas-covered trucks with two long benches on either side. I couldn’t see anything outside, but I could still hear what was going on. The ACEs worked quickly and efficiently to clean up the scene. They gave the cops a watered down version of the story—one that had nothing to do with superpowers and that sounded a lot more like three escaped convicts had busted up the joint looking for cash.
    Poor Motel Guy was carted off to the local hospital in an ambulance, but the medics said he was going to be okay. Major Wilks told the cops that he’d send someone to question the guy after he was feeling better. I doubted he’d remember much, considering he was still unconscious.
    My existence was kept out of the equation altogether. The cops never even knew I was there.
    After ten or fifteen minutes, a handful of soldiers began to pile in the truck around me. I muttered a quiet thanks when one of them handed me my purse and another set my suitcases in the truck, suddenly feeling a lot more awkward as I realized they planned on taking me with them for an extended stay. But then, it’s not like I had anyplace better to go. I wasn’t going back to live with Tony after learning how he’d lied to me.
    Ryan and Tyson claimed the seats on either side of me. Ryan scooted in closer than necessary, leaving zero space between us. When I questioned him with a flat look, he gave me a shameless smile and slipped his arm around my waist, tucking me neatly to his side. “You still seem pretty dizzy to me. Can’t have you falling over while I’m responsible for you. The major would have my hide.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him, but I didn’t have the energy—or, if I’m being completely honest, the desire—to pull away from him. Giving up, I relaxed against his shoulder and let my eyes fall shut. I released a slow, deep breath, hoping it might calm some of the pounding in my head.
    “I can’t believe that worked,” one of the other soldiers muttered, making everyone in the back of the truck laugh.
    “Major doesn’t call him Romeo for nothing,” another joked.
    I could practically feel the cocky smirk wash over Ryan’s face and was compelled to burst his bubble. “It didn’t work,” I drawled lazily, not bothering to lift my head from his shoulder or even open my eyes. “I just don’t have the