The good news? I didn't work for the feds anymore, so I had nothing to hide. I could waltz right into Starbucks with a bloodstained shirt and tell people I'd just fallen off my Harley, and people would barely blink. It irritated me that in the face of something so terrifying — had you not been raised in it, you'd assume it only happened on the movies — Andi had simply watched in fascination. And then had the nerve to tell me I couldn't protect her. What the hell? I slammed my hands against the marble countertop then slammed them again. "Damn it!" "Easy tiger," Andi said from the doorway. I looked up at her reflection through the mirror. She walked hesitantly toward me. I shook my head and moved away before she could touch me. It was too raw, killing them, nearly losing her, being reminded yet again that this little story wasn't going to end happy. In the end, I would lose her. It was up to me to decide how. Shit. With a scowl, I turned on the shower. "Not now, Andi, I'm not in the mood." "Not what you said about an hour ago." I started pulling off my clothes.
