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idea of you bleedin’ at al .”
    What he said shook me.
    I had to ask again, what on earth was going on?
    Nope, no, I didn’t care. Couldn’t care. I was over him.
    Over. Him.
    I shifted my focus. “Stop cal ing me Kitten.” He ignored me. “No tel in’ the way this is gonna go down.
    You’re gonna have to get over your attitude and communicate with me.”
    Erm, excuse me again?
    “Get over my attitude?” I asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Let me get this straight,” I started, my voice showing my barely control ed patience, no longer pushing against his arm, I rol ed toward him. He shifted. I fel to my back and he got up on his elbow. I glared up at him and tried to ignore how fucking gorgeous he was in the morning. His eyes alone were enough to make you want to wake up and face a new day. “A year ago…” it wasn’t a year ago, it was one year, three weeks and three days, not that I was counting,
    “you broke up with me, walked out of my life. Now someone is shooting at me, using my band to get to you, kil ing people because of shit you’re involved in and you want me to ‘get over my attitude’?”
    “Yeah,” he replied, unaffected by the damning statement I just made.
    I got up on both my elbows, which brought me closer to him. He didn’t move.
    Then I shouted, “You’ve lost your mind!”
    “Calm down,” he ordered.
    “Calm? Calm? I was shot last night!”
    His jaw got tight. “I haven’t forgotten that, Kitten, in fact, that’s what we’re fuckin’ talkin’ about.” Then something else hit me, something important, something I wanted an answer to right away. “Why was I shot last night? Why am I involved at al ? We aren’t together. I’m not your woman. I’m not Indy to your Lee, Jet to your Eddie, Roxie to your –”
    “Yeah, you are.”
    My elbows went out from under me and I fel back to the bed. A weight hit my chest, it felt like it weighed a ton and it took my breath away.
    Move! My brain demanded.
    I rol ed and tried to escape. I had no idea where I was going but I was going there.
    Mace’s arm grabbed me around the waist; he threw me back to the bed flat on my back. Before I could do a thing about it, he shifted, both his hands came either side of me, he did a semi-push up and landed on top of me but his weight was slightly skewed to my healthy side.
    Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going “there”.
    “ Get off me! ” I screamed, shoving at his shoulders.
    “Stel a, listen.”
    “No! Get off!”

    “No! Get off!”
    “Listen to me, God damn it!” he yel ed.
    For your information, Mace had a short fuse. We argued when we were together, quite a lot. He was a passionate guy but also, like I said, he had a short fuse. It wasn’t always happiness and light. Then again, the make up sex was magnificent.
    “Piss off!” I yel ed back.
    “Sid’s boys were there that night you sang Hank Wil iams to me.”
    Oh no. I just knew that’d come back to haunt me.
    I thought back and remembered Linnie was there that night too, with her bad dudes. Now I knew they were Sid’s bad dudes.
    Shitsofuckit!
    “I didn’t sing Hank to you,” I lied.
    “You did.”
    “I did not.”
    “You did, everyone knew it, everyone saw it. Even Sid’s boys.”
    “You’re a big guy. The bar was dark. You were just a shadow that I focused on. And anyway, I was lost in the song.”
    “Bul shit.”
    “Get over yourself, Mace. You broke up with me, I’ve moved on,” I told him.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You got another man?”

    Oh dear. Wel , there we were.
    “Yes,” I told him and this was not a lie. I was semi-dating a guy named Eric. He was very good-looking, he was into me and he was clear he wanted to be more into me if you catch my drift. I was holding back because, first off, he wasn’t Mace and second, I wasn’t sure about him, there was something about him that I thought wasn’t quite right.
    I saw Mace’s eyes flash again. This was a different kind of flash, an unhappy