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“Who’s Naomi?”

“My nurse. You met her, but not officially. Then I need to touch base with my parents. They’re going to insist I move in with them.”

He leans a hip into the counter and crosses his arms across the T-shirt that’s still stained with my blood. “Tell me what you want.”

I shake my head, afraid to say it, because there’s no way I can make it happen. “I want to leave. Get as far away as I can from whoever was paid to kill us. Even if it’s not forever. I want to be a mom and spend every minute with Chase that I can.” I wave my hand around. “This puts everything into perspective. Is it weak that all I want is to run away?”

“No, baby.” His eyes are soulful in the dim lights of his kitchen. “Would you really pick up and leave?”

I shrug. “This morning I was determined not to allow this to disrupt my patients and my practice. But I also didn’t expect to be attacked in my own home. Chase is down to one parent—not that he ever had two. All I want to do is jump on my father’s jet and tell the pilot to take me as far away as he can.”

Micah’s brows rise in unison. “Your father has a jet?”

I bite my lip because I forgot that Micah isn’t familiar with my family. “It’s a corporate jet. My father’s company is—”

“I know all about your father’s company, Evie. I investigated your husband—”

“Whoa.” I stop him right there with a hand and frown. “I thought we had an agreement.”

He drags a hand down his face and pulls in a deep breath. I wonder if it’s for patience. He certainly didn’t sign up for all this. “It’s been a long day. I’ll start over. When I investigated theasshole,your family was an extension of it.”

It’s my turn to cross my arms. “Seriously?”

He cuts the space between us and captures my chin in his fingers, forcing my face to his. “It’s my job, Evie. I had to rule out involvement from anyone in his life.”

The thought of being investigated sours my stomach. Logically, I understand Micah had to do his job. Even so, it makes me sick to my stomach that this is just one more thing Jeff brought on me and my family.

Micah keeps talking, and I wonder if he’s trying to make me feel better, because it’s not working. “You could’ve died tonight. This is not the time for secrets. I’m going to lay it all out there, baby. I know your net worth. I know how much you make a year. I know how much money is in your trust fund. And I know your father’s corporation has doubled its revenue in the last three years alone. What I did not know is that he has a corporate jet. I probably should’ve assumed, but it didn’t make any difference. Once I realized the asshole was working alone, I quit spinning my wheels.”

My jaw goes hard. “You tapped me?”

He has the nerve to smirk. “Do you mean technically or carnally?”

I narrow my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Because the answer to that is, yes. But you were there for the second one, so that’s not a surprise.”

It doesn’t matter how much I’m obsessed with his touch, I grab his wrist and pull his hand from my face, but he doesn’t allow me the space I so desperately want. He twists his hand to claim mine and pulls my front to his.

I put a hand to his chest and push, but he claims my ass and holds me tight, like any invasive, tapping jerkwad would.

“Micah,” I clip.

“Baby,” he croons.

Damn him.

Why is he this way when I’m angry?

“Am I still being tapped?” I demand.

My ass gets a possessive squeeze, and he holds me there. “We’re going to have to be careful because of your hip, but I do not plan to stop tapping you anytime soon.”

“You know what I mean.”

He leans down and puts his lips to my neck and sucks.

All of a sudden I’m reminded that I’m not wearing panties.

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