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parting shot.
    That’s when I saw the flash dart through his eyes again. It was there then gone before I could read it.
    “I’m keeping your phone,” Mace informed me.
    “Have at it.” I gave up and walked away.

    “Have at it.” I gave up and walked away.
    That was it. Daisy got busy getting everyone settled and we disbursed.
    Juno put her front paws on the pul out bed, taking my mind from my thoughts.
    “You can’t get up here. Momma’s got a gunshot wound and there isn’t enough room.”
    Juno woofed.
    “I know, baby. The floor is cold and hard but it’s al you’ve got tonight. We’l be home soon.”
    Juno woofed again.
    “Quiet, girl. It’s six o’clock in the morning and there’s a house ful of people trying to sleep.”
    A soft woof then Juno plopped down. I heard her big dog groan as she stretched out on the floor. Then another big dog groan slash sigh as she fel to her side.
    “You’re such a good dog,” I whispered and I meant it.
    I heard an even softer woof and I felt my lips form a smal smile.
    I punched my pil ows, rol ed to rest on my unwounded side and laid smack in the middle of the bed. The doctor said the painkil ers might make me drowsy. He was not wrong.
    Within minutes, I was asleep.

    * * * * *
It was an awake/asleep dream. I knew it because I had a lot of them. Always morning, my favorite time of the day when I was with Mace.
    For your information, I would have welcomed asleep/asleep dreams of Mace but I normal y dreamed of asleep/asleep dreams of Mace but I normal y dreamed of weird shit like mutant snakes terrorizing Denver or being on a road trip with Charo, her shouting, “Coochie Coochie,” at passing truckers. I didn’t know what these dreams said about me or the state of my unconscious mind and I didn’t want to know.
    The awake/asleep dreams were always like this, part-conscious, part-unconscious, right when I woke up but before I was real y awake. It was then I would feel Mace’s imaginary heat behind me, his hard body pressed to mine, his arm tucked tight around my bel y, his breath against my neck.
    I went with it as I always did, liking the memory. It was one of the seven hundred, twenty-five thousand things about him I missed most, waking up with him holding me, feeling safe, feeling wanted, feeling loved, al three of those feelings I’d never real y felt in my whole life.
    I snuggled into his imaginary heat and hit something very solid and very real.
    I froze.
    “You’re awake,” Mace said.
    Oh my God. What was going on?
    “Mace?” I asked just to make sure.
    “We need to talk.”
    Yep, he was there al right.
    Effing hel .
    I tried to move away. The tight arm got tighter.
    “Let me go.”
    “No.”
    Erm, excuse me?

    “Let me go,” I repeated.
    “We’re gonna talk.”
    “Fine, great, wonderful. We can talk not lying in bed.” Then it hit me. “What are you doing in my bed?”
    “I told you I wasn’t leavin’ you.”
    Erm, excuse me?
    “Yeah, you said that right before you left me,” I reminded him.
    “I didn’t leave you.”
    “You walked out of the room!”
    “I walked out of the room but I didn’t leave you.”
    “You didn’t stay.”
    “You were embarrassed, Luke was there. You needed the girls. You said it yourself.”
    “You stil left.”
    “Stel a, I didn’t leave.”
    “You did.”
    “For fuck’s sake,” he clipped. “End of topic. We’re talkin’
    about something else now.”
    Nunh-unh. No we bloody wel were not. We weren’t talking about anything .
    I pushed against his arm again. He didn’t let go.
    “Move your arm,” I demanded.
    “Why didn’t you tel me you’d been shot?”
    “Move your effing arm.”
    The arm tightened and shook gently, shaking me gently with it.
    “Answer my question,” Mace demanded.

    “If you remember, you were a little busy. I was okay. No big deal.”
    “Not fond of the idea of you calmly bleedin’ in the backseat of an SUV that I’m also in, Kitten. In fact, not fond of the