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He didn’t put her down, not even when they got into the penthouse with its airy, homey feeling. Like everything had been in the beach house, the decorations were simple and masculine and Cathy suspected everything was far more expensive than she could ever think.

Cathy wasn’t complaining about being carried in his arms. Now that they were done fighting she was too weak to do anything but hang on to him and bury her face in his neck.

He smelled so good, even better than she remembered, even with the blood on him. She sucked a deep breath of him in to cleanse her lungs. The memory of those men and how they hit her was too fresh in her memory, nothing would ever make her forget so soon. Even though she had convinced Ted that she was fine, she hurt all over. Her legs were the weakest of all. She was glad when he carried her through the house, into the master’s suite which was huge and equipped with all modern facilities like an electric fireplace, remote-controlled blinds, lights that cam