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was before I knew he was sleeping with you.”
    God, she could scream. “This might be news to you, but I’m not eighteen-years old anymore, Dylan. I don’t need you playing the overprotective older brother. Reese is my boyfriend, and if I want to stay at his apartment, I’m damn well going to do it.”
    Dylan swore under his breath. “There’s some psycho after you, Kat. You need police protection.”
    “It’s a good thing Reese is a cop, then.” She went up on tiptoe to give Reese a kiss. “I’m going to go pack.”
    Kat didn’t even make it to the bedroom before Reese and Dylan started going at it. She bit her lip as the scene at the police station came rushing back. Maybe she should forget about packing until Dylan left. If they got into another fight, she wasn’t sure she could break them up.
    But to her relief, the only punches they seemed interested in throwing were the verbal kind. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t turn into an MMA fight at any minute. The faster she got packed, the faster she and Reese could be out of there. Ignoring their argument as she changed into jeans and a T-shirt wasn’t easy.
    “I trusted you, and you betrayed me,” Dylan said. “You knew how I felt about Kat dating a cop, and you went behind my back and went out with her anyway.”
    “Fuck, Dylan. You’re making it sound like I went out of my way to seduce her,” Reese said. “Kat and I didn’t plan on falling in love—we just did. Yeah, that’s right. I love your sister, Dylan. And I’m not going to apologize to you or anyone else for it.”
    Reese had told her he loved her back at the hotel, but hearing him say again made her heart do a little backflip, and she smiled as she unzipped her overnight bag and tossed things haphazardly inside.
    “And what happens when you don’t come home someday, Reese?” Dylan demanded. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. Kat is going to be devastated. Is that what you want for her?”
    Kat’s hand tightened on the handle of her bag. The thought of something happening to Reese made her chest hurt so much she could barely breathe.
    “You know it isn’t. Dammit, Dylan. You act like I’m going to go out and get myself killed.” Reese sighed. “You’re a cop, too. I don’t see that stopping you from moving in with Brynn.”
    “That’s different,” Dylan snapped.
    “Like hell it is,” Reese said.
    Kat wasn’t going to listen to any more of this. She picked up her bag and walked into the living room. Reese and Dylan barely noticed her. They’d moved on from the dangers of being in law enforcement to cops not being good husband material. Kat wondered if she should again point out what Reese already had—that Dylan was a cop, too, so the same thing could be said about him—but she didn’t want to get into it with her brother.
    Sighing, she walked around them and out the door to Reese’s SUV. Hopefully, by the time she put her bag in the car and went back inside, Reese and Dylan would be done with their little pissing contest.
    The sun was close to setting, bathing the sidewalk in late afternoon shadows, and Kat couldn’t help shivering as she realized she was alone. She hurried over to the SUV and opened the back door to toss in her bag when someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream, but whoever it was clamped a hand over her mouth, cutting off the sound.
    It was Carl Sherman. It had to be.
    Kat struggled, clawing and kicking for all she was worth, but it did no good. Sherman was too strong. He picked her up like she was a toy and carried her hallway down the sidewalk, then threw her in the trunk of a car. She barely got a glimpse of a dark beard and mirrored sunglasses before he slammed the lid closed, plunging her into darkness.
     

Chapter Six
     
    “This is your fault,” Dylan growled.
    “My fault?” Reese clenched his jaw as he pulled out his cell phone. “Kat walked past you, too.”
    Dylan scowled at him. “Who the hell are you