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Author: Cambria Hebert

It made me angry. Leaving her lying there, all black and blue, with her face in a permanent grimace, was surprisingly hard. It was only after I made sure a police officer stayed behind that I left for the mountain.

Where I got angry all over again.

When I first found Honor, she hadn’t been in the hole. Lex pulled her up. The rope ladder was still lying in a heap on the ground. One of the officers shined a large light down into the hole… and I felt sick. It was a muddy, dark pit. She spent fifteen hours down there. The thought replayed over and over in my mind until I had to turn away.

Even still, the sight remained. The rain finally stopped but had come down so hard there were several inches of water just sitting stagnant at the bottom. It was likely ice cold. He would have left her down there to freeze, to fear, and then he planned to come back to kill her.

Maybe it was a good thing the cops couldn’t find him. He was safer that way. Of course, his safety was the very last thing I cared about.

Once I showed them the scene of the crime and answered a million other questions and showed them my Wrangler with the ruined tires, I finally went back to the hospital where I took up residence beside her bed.

It really wasn’t that uncomfortable. I’d slept in worse places.

She was being released from the hospital soon, and the police still hadn’t brought in Lex. They weren’t going to. Enough time passed that he was likely long gone or in a place no one knew about, plotting out some sick plan.

It was hard to say. People who weren’t right in the head were very unpredictable. I glanced at Honor, who wasn’t doing a very good job of resting.

I wouldn’t rest easy, either, if I were her. She was basically a sitting duck.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” Honor said, turning her head to the side to look directly at me. “You’ve already done so much. If it wasn’t for you—”

I held up my hand to halt her words. “Don’t say it,” I replied.

A smile played on her lips and a mischievous little light came into her eyes. “Say what?” she asked innocently. “That you look like you need a shower?”

I glanced down at my rumpled clothes and muddy boots. “So you’re picturing me naked over there?” I quipped. “Here I thought the reason you seemed so anxious was because you wanted out of here.” I sat forward, bringing my face closer to hers. “If you wanted to see me naked, you should have just asked.”

She actually blushed. But even embarrassment wasn’t enough to keep her mouth shut. “Oh please,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Do those corny lines actually work on women?”

I grinned and sat back. “I don’t know.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

She pursed her lips. “Do they work on men?”

I laughed out loud.

“What?” She shrugged. “I watch the news. I heard all about how the military lifted the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy.” She leaned closer to me like she was telling me a secret. I wanted to grab her face and kiss the shit out of her. “I can legally ask you that now.”

Then she actually wagged her eyebrows at me.

I bit back a smile and leaned forward once again. Our faces were mere inches apart and our lips were lined up for a kiss…

“I’m not gay,” I whispered.

“No judgment here,” she said. “I need a good shopping buddy.”

Honor moved to sit back, but I gently grasped her wrist and pulled her back. “I’m not gay,” I repeated again, my voice even lower, as my mouth hovered oh so close to hers.

Everything about her stilled. Her little pink tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip, which was still just slightly swollen from whatever happened to it. I’d never been so insanely tempted to lick someone as I was now.

“You’re not?” she whispered.

I shook my head and leaned a fraction closer. “Nope. I’m willing to prove it.”

She made a small sound in the back of her throat, kind of like a purr. I liked that sound. I liked it a hell of a lot.

I let our lips hang there, almost touching, drawing out the anticipation of the kiss… Usually, I would instantly go for it, but this was different. Honor was different. I wanted a chance to feel every single thing. Every ounce of desire, every single thread of anticipation. She wasn’t something I wanted to hurry up and get over with; she wasn’t something I wanted to use to pass the time or to make me forget.

I wanted more than that from Honor.

I wasn’t sure why.

Or how.

But I knew down to my bones that didn’t make it any less true.

Just when I couldn’t take the distance any longer, the door to the room opened. We sprang apart, looking at each other with a little bit of shock and disappointment written on both our faces.

“Honor!” called a woman from just inside the door.

“Mom,” Honor replied, finally looking away from me and toward the woman moving into the room.

She wasn’t a large woman, maybe five feet four, with chin-length dark hair and brown eyes. She wore a pair of loose, black knit pants with a long-sleeved white T-shirt and a red zippered fleece vest. “Thank God you’re okay,” she said, setting a medium-sized multicolored bag on the end of the bed. She placed her hands on her hips and studied Honor and all her bruises. “You should have called earlier, young lady.”

Honor rolled her eyes. “I was a little busy, Mom.”

“You’ve been here all night,” she replied, still gazing at her daughter steadily.

I didn’t really care for her tone.

I cleared my throat. “She’s been medicated. She just woke up a while ago.”

Her mother turned to me. “Are you the one that pulled her out of that hole?”

My lips itched to smile. “Technically, she was already out of it when I found her.”

“You’re a Marine?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I stood, holding out my hand. “My name is Nathan Reed. Nice to meet you.”

Her mother slid a cool hand into mine and shook it firmly. “How much food does someone like you eat?”

“Mother,” Honor admonished.

Honor’s mother turned toward her daughter. “What?” she asked like it was a perfectly reasonable question. “He’s huge.”

I grinned. “I like pie.”

Her mother looked at me. “What kind of pie?”

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