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Fit didn t begin to describe this guy. He was . . . perfect. Gorgeous. Especially with sweat making his
dark skin glisten. Not to mention the tattoo of a cross on a chain that went around his neck and down
his chest and another with arrows and a dagger on his biceps.
Uh, Jenna . . . needs you, Jeremy said.
Heat roared into her cheeks. He wasn t wrong, but his words combined with her current thoughts
beckoned the reaction.
Easy frowned and came right up to her. Thanks, Jeremy. I have this, he said in a deep voice.
Welcome, Jeremy said. You ever need me, now you know where to find me. Anytime. Okay?
he said to her.
Okay, she said, dragging her gaze away from Easy to give Jeremy a smile. Thanks for this, she
said, handing him his blanket and finally noticing the shirt that he wore. It had the words, The Man,
with an arrow pointing upward, following by, The Legend, with an arrow pointing downward.
He grinned and winked when he saw her reading his shirt. He gestured toward himself. It s true,
you know. Jus sayin .
Good-bye, Jeremy, Easy said.
Jenna managed a breathy chuckle. Thanks, Jeremy.
And then she was alone with Easy. His fingers settled on her chin and brought her gaze back to his
face. What s going on? he asked, the intensity of his gaze a little hard to hold.
It s kinda stupid, she said, feeling more and more self-conscious about her panic attack the more
she calmed down.
His eyes narrowed. Doubt that. Just tell me.
I was trying to sleep in your room and I . . . got . . . um, scared. She looked down, though Easy s
grasp wouldn t let her move her head away.
Look at me, Jenna, he said. She did. You got scared, and you . . . wanted me?
Heat roared into her cheeks until they were on fire. This guy was probably cursing the day they d
ever met. They barely knew each other, yet Jenna couldn t stop depending on him. Like she had any
right to do so. Like he d want to be saddled with a woman who couldn t stop puking or crying or
freaking out. She closed her eyes and nodded. Yeah. She released a breath, and her shoulders
sagged under the weight of her admission.
Look at me, Jenna, he said again, more sternly this time.
Her eyelids popped back open. And found his brown eyes absolutely blazing back at her.
EASY S HEART POUNDED in his chest. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the five miles he d just
run.
Jenna needed him.
Fierce protectiveness and a deep masculine satisfaction roared through him. She d sought him out
for comfort, for strength, for protection.
Not only that, she was wearing his shirt. And she d been staring at his body like she was fucking
hungry.
Needless to say, the past few minutes had tripped all kinds of switches in Easy s brain where
Jenna Dean was concerned. But he had to dial himself down. She was scared. And hurt. And clearly
traumatized by everything that d happened.
He leaned down to look her in the eye, trying not to focus on the bruises he didn t want to make
her feel self-conscious, and he sure as hell didn t want to get any more enraged on her behalf than he
already was. You ever need me, for any reason, I am here for you. No questions asked. Got that?
He brushed his knuckles down her uninjured cheek.
Yes, she said, giving him a quick nod and leaning into his touch. And damn if that didn t make
him feel ten feet tall a notable feat for a guy who d felt beaten down for most of the past year.
He gently rubbed his hands over her arms. What do you need right now?
I don t even know. Pretty blue eyes searched his. I ve been fighting nausea off and on, but I
can t sleep because I get scared when I m alone. I m hungry, but I m afraid to eat anything. And I
don t want Sara to know any of this because I don t want to upset her. Her gaze flickered off to her
right, and Easy looked that way to find Marz and Charlie sitting at the desk in the corner, working but
occasionally glancing their way.
That s Marz and Charlie. Would you like to meet them?
She ducked her face, and with that one gesture Easy knew she wasn t ready for people to see her
like this. Bruised and shaken and scared. And he found himself wishing he d been the one to kill
Bruno all over again.
How bout we wait for the intros til you re feeling a little better? he asked. The relief that filled
her expression reached into his chest and squeezed his heart.
Yeah. Thanks.
He focused on what she d said, and wondered which of her concerns he might be able to address.
She needed sleep, food, security. Hell, he could handle all of that, if she d let him. And, damn, feeling
not only needed but useful? It was like hitting the damn jackpot.
Do you think you could sleep if you weren t alone? he asked.
Her eyes went wide, and he saw the answer on her face before she even replied. And it filled his
gut with all kinds of Hell, yes.
Maybe, she finally said.
Maybe, his ass. But he played it cool even though his mind was truly trippin over how good it felt
to be needed.
Come on, then. He folded her little hand inside his much bigger one and guided her toward the
door. Walking next to her emphasized how small she was compared to him. Her head just reached his
shoulder. The disparity made him feel that much more protective of her.
They took the steps slowly, and Easy couldn t help but draw satisfaction from the fact that her
trembles had almost completely died away. But he didn t let that fool him into thinking she was okay.
She d had two panic attacks within a few hours time. It seemed he wasn t the only one very likely
rockin some PTSD.
Of all the things to find in common with this woman, he really wished that weren t among them.
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Fit didn t begin to describe this guy. He was . . . perfect. Gorgeous. Especially with sweat making his
dark skin glisten. Not to mention the tattoo of a cross on a chain that went around his neck and down
his chest and another with arrows and a dagger on his biceps.
Uh, Jenna . . . needs you, Jeremy said.
Heat roared into her cheeks. He wasn t wrong, but his words combined with her current thoughts
beckoned the reaction.
Easy frowned and came right up to her. Thanks, Jeremy. I have this, he said in a deep voice.
Welcome, Jeremy said. You ever need me, now you know where to find me. Anytime. Okay?
he said to her.
Okay, she said, dragging her gaze away from Easy to give Jeremy a smile. Thanks for this, she
said, handing him his blanket and finally noticing the shirt that he wore. It had the words, The Man,
with an arrow pointing upward, following by, The Legend, with an arrow pointing downward.
He grinned and winked when he saw her reading his shirt. He gestured toward himself. It s true,
you know. Jus sayin .
Good-bye, Jeremy, Easy said.
Jenna managed a breathy chuckle. Thanks, Jeremy.
And then she was alone with Easy. His fingers settled on her chin and brought her gaze back to his
face. What s going on? he asked, the intensity of his gaze a little hard to hold.
It s kinda stupid, she said, feeling more and more self-conscious about her panic attack the more
she calmed down.
His eyes narrowed. Doubt that. Just tell me.
I was trying to sleep in your room and I . . . got . . . um, scared. She looked down, though Easy s
grasp wouldn t let her move her head away.
Look at me, Jenna, he said. She did. You got scared, and you . . . wanted me?
Heat roared into her cheeks until they were on fire. This guy was probably cursing the day they d
ever met. They barely knew each other, yet Jenna couldn t stop depending on him. Like she had any
right to do so. Like he d want to be saddled with a woman who couldn t stop puking or crying or
freaking out. She closed her eyes and nodded. Yeah. She released a breath, and her shoulders
sagged under the weight of her admission.
Look at me, Jenna, he said again, more sternly this time.
Her eyelids popped back open. And found his brown eyes absolutely blazing back at her.
EASY S HEART POUNDED in his chest. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the five miles he d just
run.
Jenna needed him.
Fierce protectiveness and a deep masculine satisfaction roared through him. She d sought him out
for comfort, for strength, for protection.
Not only that, she was wearing his shirt. And she d been staring at his body like she was fucking
hungry.
Needless to say, the past few minutes had tripped all kinds of switches in Easy s brain where
Jenna Dean was concerned. But he had to dial himself down. She was scared. And hurt. And clearly
traumatized by everything that d happened.
He leaned down to look her in the eye, trying not to focus on the bruises he didn t want to make
her feel self-conscious, and he sure as hell didn t want to get any more enraged on her behalf than he
already was. You ever need me, for any reason, I am here for you. No questions asked. Got that?
He brushed his knuckles down her uninjured cheek.
Yes, she said, giving him a quick nod and leaning into his touch. And damn if that didn t make
him feel ten feet tall a notable feat for a guy who d felt beaten down for most of the past year.
He gently rubbed his hands over her arms. What do you need right now?
I don t even know. Pretty blue eyes searched his. I ve been fighting nausea off and on, but I
can t sleep because I get scared when I m alone. I m hungry, but I m afraid to eat anything. And I
don t want Sara to know any of this because I don t want to upset her. Her gaze flickered off to her
right, and Easy looked that way to find Marz and Charlie sitting at the desk in the corner, working but
occasionally glancing their way.
That s Marz and Charlie. Would you like to meet them?
She ducked her face, and with that one gesture Easy knew she wasn t ready for people to see her
like this. Bruised and shaken and scared. And he found himself wishing he d been the one to kill
Bruno all over again.
How bout we wait for the intros til you re feeling a little better? he asked. The relief that filled
her expression reached into his chest and squeezed his heart.
Yeah. Thanks.
He focused on what she d said, and wondered which of her concerns he might be able to address.
She needed sleep, food, security. Hell, he could handle all of that, if she d let him. And, damn, feeling
not only needed but useful? It was like hitting the damn jackpot.
Do you think you could sleep if you weren t alone? he asked.
Her eyes went wide, and he saw the answer on her face before she even replied. And it filled his
gut with all kinds of Hell, yes.
Maybe, she finally said.
Maybe, his ass. But he played it cool even though his mind was truly trippin over how good it felt
to be needed.
Come on, then. He folded her little hand inside his much bigger one and guided her toward the
door. Walking next to her emphasized how small she was compared to him. Her head just reached his
shoulder. The disparity made him feel that much more protective of her.
They took the steps slowly, and Easy couldn t help but draw satisfaction from the fact that her
trembles had almost completely died away. But he didn t let that fool him into thinking she was okay.
She d had two panic attacks within a few hours time. It seemed he wasn t the only one very likely
rockin some PTSD.
Of all the things to find in common with this woman, he really wished that weren t among them.
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