My heart pounds so hard into my rib cage that I’m sure Rob can hear it in the quiet of the room. His eyes drill into mine, as if looking for the key to my soul. But he already has it. Finally, he blows out a slow breath. “I told you I killed someone.” I nod, afraid to speak. “He was contracted to kill my family. He got past my men and broke into our house. He had a gun trained on Sherm. I acted on instinct. We struggled and he shot me in the leg. I snapped his neck.” His eyes lift to mine and I can tell he’s thinking about the guy in the hotel. I’ve never seen a look like that on anyone’s face before. He would have killed that man. As if confirming my thoughts, he adds, “I’ve discovered I’m capable of killing when someone I care about is being threatened.” “Why was there a contract on Sherm?” My voice comes out shakier than I’d hoped.
