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“I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas,” he said when they’d fought their way to the car “I like it a lot And by the way, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore I know I am”

She sed hard on the nausea rising in her throat “Let’s get out of here Let’s get the hell out of here”

Sheer force of will kept her steady until she got to the plane It kept her voice flat and expressionless as she reported in to her superior Then she stu arms, rushed into the head to be wretchedly and violently ill

On the other side of the door, Roarke stood helplessly If he understood her at all, it was to know that co would ht attendant and took his seat While he waited, he stared out at the tarmac

He looked up when the door opened She was ice pale, her eyes too big, too dark Her usually sait was coltish and stiff

“Sorry I guess it got to me”

When she sat, he offered a“Drink this It’ll help”

“What is it?”

“It’s tea, a whiff of whiskey”

“I’an, but his quick, vicious eruption cut her off

“Drink, goddamn it, or I’ll pour it into you” He flipped a switch and ordered the pilot to take off

Telling herself it was easier than arguing, she lifted the et a sip through her chattering teeth before she set it aside

She couldn’t stop shaking When Roarke reached for her, she drew herself back The sickness was still there, sliding slyly through her sto her head pound evilly

“My father rapedher own

voice say the words, mirrored in her eyes “Repeatedly And he beat ht, it didn’t matter He still rapedI could do There’s nothing you can do when the people who are supposed to take care of you abuse you that way Use you Hurt you”