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might as well have taken a chisel to her heart with that question. It would have hurt less. She
swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. She wasn t planning on going anywhere for now. But
she would. Eventually, she d have no choice but to run again. Except this time, she d be leaving her
heart behind with him.
He hesitated for another beat, then walked into the bathroom. He came back a second later with her
leggings, now mostly dry, and handed them to her.  There s a Navy T-shirt in my bag. It ll be big, but
it s all I have.
 Thank you. She accepted the leggings, but he didn t let go right away. Their gazes clashed, and he
leaned down, pressed his lips to her forehead.
For some reason, she got the feeling he was saying good-bye. Did he not trust that she d still be
here when he finished showering?
Ouch, that hurt. Then again, she hadn t given him a whole lot of reason to trust her, but he d see
when he came back that she was keeping her word this time. She wasn t going anywhere until she
absolutely had no other choice.
The bathroom door shut behind him, and she climbed out of bed to find the T-shirt he d mentioned.
It was right on top in his bag, and underneath was his cell phone charger. They d been too busy to
bother plugging it in. She pulled out the shirt, then grabbed the charger and found his phone on the
dresser. The screen was black. Battery dead. She plugged it into the outlet at the base of the
nightstand lamp and watched the screen go through its power-up.
Of course, now they had a signal.
 Where were you yesterday? she demanded of it and set the phone down on top of the motel s
information binder. She dragged on her leggings and then Vaughn s T-shirt. It was huge on her, like a
dress, but since he outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, that was to be expected. She
gathered the hem and tied it in a knot around her waist. Much better.
She was just turning away to see if she could find anything remotely brush-like in his bag when his
phone rang.
Sage shot a glance toward the bathroom door, her heart surging into her throat. What if it was
Marcus calling to tell him about her?
She snatched up the phone and started to hit the  ignore button, but then she hit answer instead. If it
was Marcus, maybe she could talk him out of spilling her secrets. At least for a little while.  Hello?
 Who is this? a male voice demanded.
A voice she recognized.
A voice that had haunted her for years.
Every cell in her being froze in fear, and she raised a hand to her mouth to cover her cry of
surprise. She ended the call and dropped the phone from her numb fingers, backed away from it like it
was a ravenous animal crouched to attack.
Vaughn had lied to her.
He hadn t tracked her down to take her back to DC. He d tracked her down to hand her over to
Giuseppe Bellisario.
He d lied.
In the bathroom, the shower shut off.
Oh God. She d made a huge mistake trusting him.
She had to leave. Now.
&
She was gone.
Vaughn stood in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his hips, and stared at the empty
room, the rumpled bed. For a hopeful second, he wondered if she d gone to the vending machines for
something to eat but, fuck, he knew her better than that. She d run again. There was no doubt in his
mind.
He d had a feeling she would, and although he hadn t wanted to be right, he d mentally prepared
himself for this.
Because, this time, he was done chasing her.
She wouldn t tell him who she was, wouldn t let him help solve her problems. He didn t even
know her real name. It was like chasing a ghost, and he couldn t keep doing it or he d drive himself
insane.
Over on the nightstand, his phone let out a chime indicating an incoming message. Numb, he walked
over and picked it up, saw the text from his twin. Instead of returning the text, he decided to call.
Cam answered halfway through the first ring.  Where the hell are you?
Vaughn sank to the bed and stretched out. The scent of Sage and sex folded around him. Like he
needed the reminder of how fucking good she d felt. He sat up again and winced as pain stabbed
through his side.  Uh, it s a small town about two hours from Atlanta.
 With Lark?
 Sage, he corrected.  She goes by Sage now. And no. She took off again.
Cam exhaled slowly.  Don t tell me you re gonna keep chasing her.
 No, I m not. I m done. You were right. This& obsession I ve had with finding her is ridiculous.
I m coming home.
The declaration got a whole lot of radio silence from his twin. It stretched too long, edged into
uncomfortable territory. Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something anything to
break the silence, Cam finally spoke again.
 You okay? he asked.
Not even close. Every muscle in Vaughn s body ached, and he was pretty sure a cracked rib
accounted for the shooting pain in his side every time he moved. On top of that, there was now a
hollow ache in the center of his chest that hadn t been there before.  Yeah. Uh, I m good.
 You re lying, Cam said without a shred of doubt in his voice.  I ve been uneasy, restless all
night. You re injured, aren t you?
Damn.  You know, sometimes being a twin sucks.
 Tell me about it. Especially when your twin is a suicidal maniac, but you wouldn t know anything
about that because I m the sane one. What did you do now?
Vaughn winced.  I m not suicidal. I was just& in a car accident last night.
The reaction was about like he expected. Cam exploded with a heartfelt,  Jesus Christ, Vaughn!
 What s wrong? Eva said in the background.  Is he okay?
Cam s voice faded away from the receiver.  He was in an accident. Here, talk to him. I need to
check flights to Atlanta.
Eva came on the line.  Dammit, Vaughn. Those two words were her constant refrain when dealing
with him, and despite everything, they made him grin.
 Hey, Eva. Tell your husband I m okay. Just banged up. He doesn t need to 
 You know he does, she interrupted.  You re hurting.
 What? You married Cam so you suddenly have his twin radar?
 No, she said gently, which made him realize how snappish he d gotten, and he mentally kicked
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