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Until I broke away again. “Sorry, but I really don’t want the smoke alarms to go off.”

Damn. That kiss alone could have set the things off.

I went to the stove, took the sandwiches off the pan, and set them on plates. I grabbed a napkin for each. “So where’s the tea?”

Talon didn’t answer.

I went to the fridge and pulled a couple bottles of water. “No worries. This will work just fine.” I set the waters and the sandwiches at the table. “Come on, sit. Eat your lunch.”

He grabbed the sandwich and was about to take a bite when I stopped him.

“Remember what happened last time? Let it cool a bit first.” I removed the bread from mine and let the smoke emerge from the hot cheese. Once it had cooled off, I took a bite. “Nothing like it. I may not be able to cook like your sister, but I make a mean grilled cheese.”

He tried his. “Yep, pretty good.”

Why did I feel like we never had anything to talk about?

Maybe if we weren’t in bed, ripping each other’s clothes off, we could actually have a conversation. I’d try a tactic, maybe find some answers.

“I found an interesting news article last week.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It was about you.”

Talon’s eyebrows jerked upward almost to his hairline. He didn’t say anything.

“About when you got back from Iraq. Why didn’t you tell me you got the Award of Honor?”

“Where the hell did you find that?”

“In the local paper archives.”

“Why were you looking in there?”

I swallowed a bite of sandwich. I couldn’t very well tell him that Larry had told me to investigate him. “I was actually looking for something else on an investigation, and your story happened to pop up.”

He put his sandwich down, reached for his water, but didn’t take it. “They shouldn’t have printed that story.”

“Are you kidding me? They totally should’ve printed it. It should’ve been national news, Talon, not just a people piece in the local news of a small Western town.”

“I didn’t want anyone making a big fuss about me.”

“A fuss about you? You were a goddamned hero.”

“I wasn’t a hero, blue eyes. Trust me. I was never a hero.”

“You saved those people. At great personal risk to yourself. You could’ve been killed.”

He slammed his fist on the table. “Did you ever think about why I did it? Maybe I didn’t do it to be a hero.”

I eased backward into my chair, my tension rising. I was used to Talon’s outbursts by now, but still they affected me. “I’m sure you didn’t. I’m sure all you were thinking about were your fallen troops. Your adrenaline was probably in full force. You were thinking about getting your friends out.”

He let out a wry chuckle, his lips twisted into a shape I couldn’t read. “Trust me, I wasn’t.”

“Then what were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about getting my ass killed, Jade.”


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