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nicks. Thorne had kept very good care of the box
through the years. It must have meant something to her at one time. But to be
so easily discarded, something had to have triggered her to toss it aside.
    The thoughts of Thorne made his mind wander back to last
night in the gym. She had been so feisty and defiant, until he took control. He
knew that was what she needed, a man to take the upper hand and show her how a
woman was to feel.
    Beautiful and desired.
    She thought the scar made her ugly, but he could have given
two fucks less about it. He had known the girl before the accident, and she was
just as beautiful then as she was now. Thorne was vain. There was no doubt
there, most models were, but hers was not the snobbish rich bitch vanity that
one would expect from someone like her. It was knowing she was beautiful and
strong and not scared to walk with her head held high at the fact.
    She never belittled anyone, always striving to help others.
His brother, Saber, always bragged at what an excellent paramedic and partner
she was. Thorne would not hesitate to put herself in the line of fire for a
victim, several times placing herself in a wrecked vehicle when it could
explode at any minute, to calm the victim and let them know they weren’t alone.
    That scar took something from her. Yes, it went vertically
down her face, splitting her eye and cheek in half; yes, there was another that
showed her throat had been cut. It never took from her beauty though. Not like
she thought it did.
    It was making her become ugly though, and he planned on
making sure that did not happen. That was why he did what he did.
    When he looked up from lifting and saw the way she was
looking at him, he got the biggest hard on he had had in a while. It was a blue
veiner and he knew he was going to have to get rid of it. What better way? His
testosterone was high from the workout. And her in that sports bra and shorts?
What man in his right mind could resist?
    She responded to his dominance like a child starved for
candy. The rougher he got, the wetter she became. He made a mistake though,
which was why he left her before he could get off. No condom and that was a
serious no-no in his eyes.
    Apollo walking out on her with not speaking also sent a
message that he was going to continue using the gym, with or without her
permission.
    “Please, please tell me you didn’t open that,” a feminine
voice begged from his doorway.
     
    * * * *
     
    Thorne had just got off duty and planned to go home and work
out. She had been deliciously sore all day. Dalton taking her like he did was
beyond exciting. He had made her feel alive and wanted. Christ, she was damp
just reliving the previous night.
    She tried to use her work as a distraction, not that it did
any good. Once she was done with a call, or driving, her mind wandered back to
the memories that she wasn’t so sure she’d forget anytime soon. She had been in
a particularly good mood that day, even Saber noticing the difference in her
attitude by the little comments he made to her. He was lucky he didn’t mention
Dalton, or who knows what she might have done.
    All of it came to a screeching halt though when she happened
to glance into the rearview mirror to check on Saber and their newest car
accident victim. She made the mistake and caught a glimpse at her face. Her
positive attitude was immediately flushed down the toilet.
    The damn scars were a constant reminder of the loss she
incurred with her sister and a life she had desperately dreamed of having. She
knew it wasn’t Saber’s fault that a member of their little patty-cake club went
psycho and wanted to kill everyone, that she was merely an innocent bystander
in the vicious cycle of life. Just like Maggie had been. Why did her sister
have to die on the back of the bike with Demon? Why couldn’t he have been the
only one who kicked the bucket?
    Once she was home, she could hear Dalton in his room moving
around as she got ready to hit the gym.