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Monroe. He was furious that someone would threaten a child. He promised to keep a careful eye on
Markie and make sure his teacher knew the situation.
Then she drove to the hospital. She knew she was going to have a war trying to get past Cammy
Blackhawk, but she was going anyway. She couldn t go on with her job and her life without knowing
for herself how Jon was.
She walked into the lobby and up to the desk, to ask which room in ICU he was in and if she
could see him. But they d already moved him out of ICU into a room, she was told. Her heart lifted.
He couldn t be dying if they d done that!
It turned out to be a private room on the second floor, very clean and bright. She stopped in the
doorway, gripping her purse, waiting for Cammy to explode out into the hall and tell her to go away.
Jon turned his head on the pillow and spotted her. His dark eyes brightened.  Come in.
She looked around warily.
 She s not here. His voice was strained.  She s gone shopping with the fashion adviser.
She laughed then walked to the bed and looked down at him quietly.  I m glad you re better.
 I m better? he asked with a grimace.
 You must be, or you d still be occupying a cubicle in ICU, she assured him.  I called the office
but they said I didn t have to go in today. I told them I was coming to see you, she added.  Everyone
sends their regards and some of the other agents in your squad are coming to see you as soon as
visitors are allowed.
 I work with a great group of people. He drew in a painful breath.  I m going home to
Oklahoma, to the ranch, when they release me. I won t be able to work at the office for a couple of
weeks, and the scenery is better there. So is the security, he added grimly. He looked at her pointedly.
 You re coming with me.
Her heart flipped over.  I& I& what?
 You and the child, he said curtly.  Rourke told my brother what happened. You re not going to
be killed because I made an enemy.
Her legs felt wobbly.  I can t go to Oklahoma, she said quickly.  I d have to take a leave of
absence and take Markie out of school& !
 Details that can be worked out quite easily. I sent Mac to deal with all that. He waved an elegant
hand and winced at the movement.
 But& !
 Don t argue, he said heavily.  I m in no condition for a fight.
She bit her lower lip. There were a dozen good reasons why she shouldn t let Markie be
anywhere around this man, ever. She couldn t find an argument that would work without telling the
truth, which would never do.
 It s a nice ranch, he said curtly.  Your son loves animals. He can even ride a horse.
 No!
 Joceline, both Mac and I were riding ponies at the age of three, he told her.  I wouldn t let him
get hurt. We have cowboys trained to work with disabled children who come to the ranch to ride our
horses.
 You do? She was surprised. She d never thought that disabled people could ride.
 Yes. He shifted and grimaced. He was sore and sick. He hated being confined to a bed, being
hospitalized. It was the first time in his law enforcement career that he d suffered a bullet wound. He
could remember vividly the sense of sudden slowing when the bullet hit. He d not felt the pain at first,
just a hard blow, like a fist in his back. Then everything slowed down and he saw the sidewalk coming
up to hit him, and felt blood in his mouth. It had been an absolute shock.
 You shouldn t be moving around, Joceline said, concerned.  You might reopen the wound.
He glared at her.  I have my mother to harass me about such things. I don t need you to help
her!
She bit her lip again. Faint color touched her cheeks.  Sorry. Slip of the tongue. Won t happen
again. She crossed her heart.
He laughed despite himself and then groaned, because it hurt.
 Another slip. Very sorry, she said quickly.  I just wanted to see you, to make sure that you
were all right.
 I got shot, he said icily.  I m not all right!
 You re not dead, either, she reminded him.
He sank back on the pillows and fiddled with the lightweight sheet and blanket that covered him.
The hospital gown was barely visible above it.  I m freezing to death, he muttered.  I want a real
blanket and a comforter. And I want to go home!
The nurse stuck her head around the door and grimaced.  Sir, could you complain in a little
quieter manner? she asked gently.  There s a gentleman next door recuperating from a knife wound.
He s trying to sleep.
Jon glared at her.
She cleared her throat, and walked back out.
Jon muttered unspeakable things under his breath.
 Your mother will have kittens if you even suggest taking me to Oklahoma, Joceline told him
firmly.  I cannot work in a combat zone.
He sighed.  Neither can I, really, but what sort of choice do we have? he asked. His black eyes
narrowed.  Rourke told me that you had a break-in at your apartment and that there was a harassing
phone call.
She looked as tired as she felt.  Yes. We had to call the police and have them investigate. Markie
was scared to death until one of the investigators gave him a piece of chewing gum and enthused over
his Diego toys, she added, alluding to a children s program on TV.
Jon was surprised.  Not your typical investigator.
 It was Rick Marquez, she said, laughing.  He s sort of in a class all his own. He knows Rourke,
too, apparently.
 Most people in law enforcement know Rourke, or know about him, he added. He shifted and
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