Reining in Justice
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As he dug in the large chest of drawers in the corner for a clean shirt for her, she eyed his large bed with a hint of dismay. “Not heart-shaped.”
“Sadly, no.” He handed her a black T-shirt and a long-sleeved fleece jacket. “It’ll get cold in the night.”
“Where are you going to sleep?” She eased the T-shirt over her head with a grimace.
“The sofa in my study is comfortable.”
“I should take it.” She swayed a little, her face paler than usual.
He caught her before she collapsed, easing her down to the bed. “Let’s get you under the covers.” He pulled back the blanket and helped her slide between the sheets. Tucking the blanket up around her, he added, “We need to get some fluids back into you. Think you could handle soup or some broth as well as water?”
She caught his hand as he started to rise. “Wait. First, I need to tell you something.” Her voice faltered, and her eyes began to droop again. “There’s a reason you can’t trust anyone. You can’t let anyone know I’m here. Not even someone you trust.”
“What the hell is going on, Rigsby?” He cradled her face between his palms, not liking the flushed heat rising in her cheeks. “Who is after you?”
“I’m not sure exactly,” she admitted, her eyes fluttering to stay open. “But I know it’s someone I work with.”
He frowned. “Someone you work with?”
Her gaze steadied, locking with his. “Whoever shot me was working with someone in the FBI.”
Copyright © 2015 by Paula Graves
ISBN-13: 9781460379769
Reining in Justice
Copyright © 2015 by Delores Fossen
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