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  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

She blinked. “We’re not done?”

“Not even close.”

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Well after midnight, Dana snuggled into Wolfe’s side, his heartbeat steady and sure beneath her palm. They’d gone three times, and her body was done. She’d barely helped with changing the sheets. “You’re not sleeping,” she murmured, her eyelids closing.

“I know.”

“Do you sleep often?” She tried to hide a yawn, her body shutting down.

He didn’t answer and instead played with her hand on his chest.

She sighed. “Tell me you’re not regretting tonight.” Did she have the energy to get upset? Probably not.

“I’m not regretting tonight.” His voice remained steady and thoughtful, not giving away his thoughts. “Those marks on your thighs won’t scar. I’m glad.”

What was going on in his head? She tried to track his reasoning when all she wanted was to sink into his warmth and relax. “Your wounds won’t?”

“No. There’s a place inside you, one you never even knew existed, that can be broken. There’s an actual sound when it happens, and then your whole body is like a puzzle that doesn’t go together any longer.” He rolled them over and spooned his body around hers, offering comfort whether or not he realized it.

She relaxed against him, even as her heart hurt for him. “I don’t have the right words, but I think the puzzle you’ve put back into place is a good one. I trust you. It can’t be easy, but anything broken can be fixed.”

He hugged her closer. The gesture was all the more special for its brevity. Then he gentled his hold. “The final configuration can be unstable, though, and I can’t risk that with you—with anybody—and that’s final.”

“We’ve already gone over this.” If he hadn’t sounded so serious, she’d mess with him a bit and tease him about getting married or something. Instead, she tried to follow his mood, which seemed a little off, though she couldn’t pin down what was bothering him. Was it about earlier that afternoon? “It wasn’t your fault Malcolm was hurt.”

“Yeah, it was.”

Ah. So that’s what was happening.

His phone buzzed.

She jerked against him. “Who in the world would be calling this late?”

“Dunno.” Keeping her in place, he stretched an arm to his bedtable and pulled the phone to his ear. “Who the hell is calling so late?” he answered.

He listened, his body warm beneath her touch. “Oh, yeah. I forgot I told you to call any time. What do you want?” Then he paused “Yeah? What’s the consensus?” He listened for a while, and then shook his head. “Absolutely not. We signed an NDA, remember?”