She didn’t know why Corelli had given up on the protective custody idea, but thank God he had. With no energy left to argue, she wanted nothing more than to be alone when meltdown occurred. Any time now reaction would set in and she had every intention of having a good, long cry. Alone. His silence made her wonder if he were more sensitive than she’d given him credit for. Probably not, she thought cynically, remembering his reaction when she accused him of gambling with her life. Still, he had apologized—sort of—but more importantly she was alive. Alive. Closing her eyes, she thought about Frankie, who wasn’t. Frankie, whose blood and brains and life were blown out of his head. It could have been her. Her eyes popped open and, desperate to stop thinking of guns and violent death, she focused on the nearest thing. Jack Corelli. Sneaking a sideways glance at him, she admitted he was attractive, in a rough sort of way.
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