Chapter 65

“Nothing will stop me from thinking about it as long as it’s with you.” He ran his thumb over my cheekbone, and I closed my eyes and relished his touch. “When did you get here?”

I told him, then asked, “What do you remember?”

“Carlyle was a plant. The little weasel is the one who shot me in the arm,” he muttered. “He was working for the Division all along.”

“And?”

“That bitch Anacapri was getting set to blow my head off.”

“And?”

“And there were two gunshots in stereophonic sound. Hey, I can hear!”

“Had there been any doubt?”

“Before I blacked out, all I heard was ringing in my ears.” So that explained why he hadn’t responded when I spoke to him. “The gunshots were close to my head.”

“I apologize, Mark. I should have.... I was so determined Anacapri wouldn’t put another bullet in you.”

“Where’d you shoot her?”