He was patting down my pockets, looking for money, while I just stood there dumbly. “You gotta have something. Fuckin’ bitches always got something,” he muttered, still gripping my arm. He tossed my cell phone into the gutter.

My drunken haze was ripped away as the reality of my situation solidified. I rammed my knee up into his groin and yanked against his grasp as he doubled over. But his grip was too tight. His dog growled, and I stayed just shy of the snapping teeth that had looked so harmless only moments before. I rotated my arm, trying to twist out of his hold. But he was faster, and I felt a slash of pain across my side. I looked down at the slice in my white tank top as it turned red. He froze, as if realizing what he’d just done, as if the action had been a reflex. In his shock, he dropped the knife, and it clattered to the sidewalk near the dog. I kneed him in the balls again. This time he stumbled and let go of my arm. I ran toward the crowd.

“You better run, bitch,” he yelled after me.

I staggered down Bourbon Street, clutching my arm to my side as hot, sticky blood seeped out of the wound. I spotted a cop and started toward him. But then common sense intruded. Cops meant a hospital and questions. I turned away, tripping over the curb and stumbling into a doorway next to a strip club. The doorman glanced over at me. Then did a double take.

“Whoa, sweetheart. You’re bleeding. Fuck!” He fumbled for his phone. “I’ll call 911.”

“No. Don’t.” I started to sweat and dizziness assailed me. “Could you call someone else for me?”

He held the phone, poised to dial. “Number?”

I rattled off one I knew by heart. The bouncer held the phone out, and I pressed it to my ear.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“I need you.”

I woke up wearing nothing but my bra and underwear in a bed that wasn’t my own. I stretched and winced at the pain in my side, the pounding in my head, and the throbbing of my cheek. I groaned.

I was a total shit show.

Fragmented memories of last night came flooding back as I surveyed the very familiar room and the man in bed beside me. His blue eyes flicked open, as if he’d just been lying there, waiting for me to wake. He stared at me for a long moment before speaking.

“Scared the shit out of me last night, Lee.”

I tried to recall exactly what the hell had happened. It was mostly a drunken blur laced with heart-stopping fear. “I don’t remember much after the phone call.”

“That’s because you didn’t fucking make it through the phone call. You passed out, went into shock. Bouncer had to tell me where the fuck you were. I paid him four hundred bucks because you dropped his phone and shattered the screen. Well, that, and he was a stand up guy and used his shirt to stop the bleeding before I got there.”

I chanced a glance down at my side. There were no stitches, only an angry red seam. I looked up at Con.

“No hospital?”

His snapping blue eyes turned serious. “Did you really want me to announce your whereabouts to the FBI, Charlotte?”

All of the blood drained from my face. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Fear slithered up my spine.

“How…? How long…?”

“Jesus, give me some credit. You really think I’d hire a woman with no ID, clearly running from something, and just leave it at that?”

“I … I guess not?” My voice faltered on the words. If he figured it out, that meant that anyone else could too. Fuck. Me. The illusion that I had any control over my situation died a tragic death.

He shook his head. “Definitely not. I needed to know what kind of trouble might be following you.” He propped himself up on an elbow. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. I mean, I was more than just some dumb grunt in the Army. I was Special Forces. I’ve still got buddies who work intel. All it took was sending a picture of you, calling in a few favors, and misappropriating some government resources.”

“But…”

Con interrupted me to continue his explanation. “Before you started in on the tats and found your attitude, you practically screamed ‘good girl on the run.’ I had to know why. And then there was the fact that I was planning on fucking you pretty much from the minute you walked through my door.”

I gave him a dirty look in response to his very Con-like, blunt statement, but my fear started to dissipate. If Con had to pull strings with military intelligence, who’d presumably used sophisticated facial recognition software to identify me, then it was possible I wasn’t completely screwed.

I pulled the sheet tighter against me, still trying to process everything. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“We’ve all got our secrets. Yours is just a hell of a lot bigger than most. I can respect the fact that you’re not looking to be found. That you wanted to leave it all behind. I’m also damn sure you weren’t in on the scheme dear old dad pulled.”

My heart thumped against my ribs at his statement. “And how do you know that?”

“You wouldn’t accept a raise after we’d slept together because it would make you feel like a whore. That’s not the kind of character I’d expect from a girl who helped her dad steal $125 billion.”

“Maybe…” I started to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. I had to force them out. “Maybe I didn’t want that raise because I already had plenty of money from … you know.”

“You look like you’re about to puke just saying that. Unless you straight up tell me you did it, there’s no way in hell I’ll believe it.”

I waited for him to ask. To make me tell him conclusively. But he didn’t.

“You’re not going to ask me?”

“Told you already. Don’t need to.”

“I don’t deserve friends like you.” Tears stung my eyes.

He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Baby, you deserve a hell of a lot better than you give yourself credit for. And that includes good friends.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. I shifted and the pinch in my side reminded me of my injury. I pulled the sheet away again to study my first knife wound. Lovely. Hopefully it would be my one and only. “How did you … fix me?”

He peered down. “Superglue. It does a good job under most circumstances. This isn’t the first knife wound I’ve dealt with. And it wasn’t all that deep. I was glad you were out when I cleaned it, though. Anyway, you’ll be fine.” He skimmed a finger across my throbbing cheek. “Gonna have a little shiner, though. I’d love to meet the guy who did this. They’d never find his body.”