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Quinn grabbed her. “Be careful.”

Was he worried about her sprained ankle, or warning her to keep away from him?

She stepped closer. She couldn’t help herself. She might never see him again. Never know if he survived the hit men after him. Bree could hardly breathe.

“Please, Quinn. Let me put you into protective custody.” Maybe she’d be the one to watch over him. Don’t even go there.

He grinned. How she’d always loved that grin. “Nice try, Bree. You know why I can’t.”

“I know what you’ve told me, but I think it’s just your excuse to stay in hiding. To keep people at a distance. To keep me at a distance.”

He leaned in closer. Once again her lungs stilled, but she didn’t need oxygen. She needed Quinn. But she would never let herself love him—he would only leave. He was leaving now.

“There’s no other way, Bree. If the men after me find out about you, that I care about you, then...”

Her pulse ratcheted up. She knew what he didn’t say.

She’d become a target.