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earth. He had done something unforgivable to her when they had been nothing more than stupid kids but it was more than that. It was the same kind of nasty judgement he saw on the faces of all the supposed upper-class citizens of Old Settlers when they looked at him, simply because he was a Bomar and therefore beneath them.
    “You’re right. You don’t. I’m sure you can find another way back to town. I’ll just get going.”
    He turned on his heel and heard her gasp. He made it all the way to the door of the truck before he felt her behind him. She grabbed his arm and he pulled up short.
    “You’re right. I do need your help. I’m sorry.”
    Cash turned back to face her, “You don’t apologize to me Jemma. Ever.”
    Her eyes darted over his face and he watched as she physically pulled herself back together. Her back straightened and her chin came up again. Her eyes, those eyes that he had fallen into more times than he could count, threatened to swallow him with the emotions she couldn’t hide. Finally, she gave a short nod of acceptance.
    He sighed, “Get in. I’ll get you back to town. We don’t have to talk if that’s really the way you want it.”
    She nodded and then headed for the passenger door. He swiped a hand over his face again and tried to find his balance. Her sudden reappearance in his life had knocked him sideways. He wasn’t sure he knew up from down right now or if he ever had where she was concerned. She’d tied him up in knots from the time they were kids and only one thing had ever mattered to him. Protecting her. Five years apart hadn’t changed that. Nothing would.
    If she didn’t want to talk, he would find some other way to learn her secrets. He would talk to Colt after he got her somewhere safe. Colt was friendly with Skylar and the other woman knew all of Jemma’s secrets. It was possible his twin knew something or could find out if he asked him to.
    It was sneaky and dishonest but it was in no way the worst thing he had ever done. He’d do far worse to protect her. He already had.

 
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    She could only assume the big man upstairs was having a good long laugh at this turn of events. Not only was she broke and stranded, reduced to running home to a place that was no longer home, but she was now at the mercy of the last man on earth she’d ever hoped to see again. Well, after recent events Hoyt had smoothly transitioned into first place of that race but the menacing man-beast beside her still ran a close second.
    Jemma squirmed in the passenger seat of the tow truck, trying to find a comfortable position. It was impossible. Her entire body was sore and she ached, physically as much as emotionally. She was bruised and dirty, irreparably damaged, and yet somehow, amid all of that, more than anything she was embarrassed.
    She hated that he was seeing her like this. Hated that flash of pity she’d seen in his eyes on the side of the road. Hated that it had taken her less than a handful of minutes in his presence for her pride to falter and the tears that she had sworn were under control to break free. She hated that she’d clung to him like a lifeline when Cash Bomar was the furthest thing from a safe zone imaginable.
    She pretended she didn’t feel his eyes on her as he put the truck into gear and got them on the road. She’d known she had bad luck but this was a little extreme. The first boy she’d ever opened herself up to, trusted and loved, the same boy that had ripped her heart out and sent her fleeing their small hometown only five short years ago, was the man her guardian angel had sent to save her.
    Cash was no angel though. Far from it. She knew that. There was no halo lurking over his handsome head, dusty or otherwise. He might not have horns and a pointy tail but then again, the devil himself had once been God’s most beautiful angel hadn’t he?
    Even knowing that, it was impossible not to notice that he’d grown into his good looks. He’d