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“I know.” Her mouth tightened. “But my mother asked me not to, so…and I had my reasons.”

“I’ll bet you did. As it turns out, you’re very good at keeping secrets.”

If his head hadn’t been throbbing before, it would have split open with her stinging glare.

Mikka slid off the bench and climbed over to sit next to Wyatt. Coco started to reach for him, but Wyatt held up his hand.

He was just a kid. And a tough one at that. He spotted a bruise on his jaw, where he must have fallen. Wyatt held out his hand, and Mikka grabbed it to pull himself onto the bench.

He sat beside Wyatt, playing with the lion’s long tail.

Wyatt didn’t know why, but the sudden injustice of it all settled into his bones. Coco had a child. With York—or maybe not York, but still, this jerk was in her life—theirlives—and Wyatt wasn’t and…nope, it wasn’t fair.

Because when he gave her his heart, and his body, he’d given it all away.

Coco was his girl.

Had been his girl.

Wyatt closed his eyes against the burn in his throat, his eyes.

“Don’t sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping!”

He opened his eyes, aware that he’d raised his voice. Mikka was watching him with a wide-eyed gaze. “Sorry, kiddo. I’m just…tired.”

“He doesn’t understand you,” Coco said.

He looked at her. “I know. I just… He’s a cute kid, Coco. I’m happy for you.” Sorta.

Yes. But…he also wanted to weep.

York was back to looking out the window. “Why would your father send Natalya to get the jump drive? How would she even know about it?”

“Why did you think she was here to kill me? Maybe she came to make sure that Mikka was safe.”

“She had agunon him.”

“Yeah. But…her job is to protect me.”

“Maybe she was trying to protect her fromyou,” Wyatt said, not sure why, but frankly, he didn’t trust this guy.

Not only did the guy—well, maybe he didn’t exactly murder Nat, but he would have, Wyatt knew it in his gut. And there was a cool presence about him that may work for Jack Reacher, but Wyatt still didn’t trust him.

Especially since he seemed to be cozying up to Coco when he was supposed to be…oh, RJ. “How, exactly, were you involved in the assassination attempt and the framing of my sister?”

York looked at him, his expression unmoving. “I wasn’t. I saw she was in trouble and jumped in.”

“What are you getting at, Wyatt?” Coco asked.

“I’m just saying, this guy has secrets written all over him. What if Nat knew that he was dangerous—”

“I am dangerous. But not to Kat. Or RJ. Or you, although I’m rethinking that.”

“Wyatt, he’s right. York is on our side. He saved my life—”

“I know, I was there.” Although he’d had a hand in that, hadn’t he?