Keep (Command #2)

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suitcases this time. She kept her head down and the dishtowel around her neck like a scarf, and they didn’t draw much attention since it was getting late and a weeknight.
    “I can’t go to Munich, I’ve got a meeting at nine.” A nervous laugh escaped her, like she only realized the ridiculousness of what she’d said at that moment.
    “Once we get in the air, we’ll figure out what to do.” He wasn’t sure himself. Thoughts of Juric out in the open had left his brain sluggish. This had to be Juric, but why?
    “I thought he was going to kill you,” she said. “He had the knife, and you were coming at him so fast.”
    The truth was Shawn had been coming for her. There had been a lot of blood and it made him sick thinking about it now. Seeing the knife and the man who’d hurt her had filled him with blinding rage. He was going to make sure that man couldn’t use that knife on her again.
    “He cut your throat, and you were worried about me?” he said, in disbelief. She didn’t answer.
    He carried their bags straight into the cabin to save time and Victoria startled when she noticed Kara’s injury.
    “Bloody hell,” the flight attendant gasped. “What’s happened?” Then the woman flushed at cursing in front of her employer.
    Shawn ignored that. “Close the cabin door so we can get airborne and bring me the first aid kit.”
    Victoria didn’t bristle at him barking out orders. Instead she followed them without question. Kara sank down into a seat. Her blank eyes were disturbing. Was she going into shock? Her shoulders rose as she took a deep breath, blinked her eyes back into focus, and pulled the towel away.
    “Is it still bleeding?” she asked.
    His stomach felt like it was lined with lead. He took a knee in front of her and set a hand on each of her shoulders. She angled her chin to give him a good view. The cut didn’t look deep, or like it was weeping blood anymore. “I don’t think so.”
    Behind him, there was a thud as the hatch slammed shut with force, and Victoria’s footsteps dashed away.
    His hand on the shoulder opposite her wound, slid up to hold her cheek. “ Scheiße,” he swore. “Please tell me you’re all right.”
    The icy silver of her eyes was magnetic as she slowly nodded.
    Victoria was back with a white medical box in one hand and used her other to brace herself on a seatback when the plane lurched into motion. He snatched the box from her, popped the lid open, and paused. Blood, some still fresh, streaked down Kara’s neck, over her collarbone and soaked the shirt.
    “What is it?” Kara asked.
    He stood. “You’ll want to clean up first in the lavatory.” He turned back to Victoria. “Do you need us seated for takeoff?”
    “Yes, Mr. Dunn. I can have the pilots hold for a minute.”
    He didn’t want to be on the ground another second, but he also wanted the constant, visible reminder of what had just happened gone for Kara. “Do it.”
    “Shawn, sit.” A cool hand grasped his and tugged. “It can wait. I don’t want to stay here.”
    His eyes snapped to Victoria’s and she nodded with understanding. Her fingers punched in the code to the cockpit as Shawn sat, Kara’s grip still tight on his. The engines throttled up and they abandoned their hold only for a second to do up seatbelts, and then she took his hand again.
    “Tell me what happened,” he said.
    She explained it in an unemotional voice while they climbed into the clouds. “Where is Juric? We know he was here.” Shawn’s spine felt like it was made out of ice, the cold spreading outwards. Juric had been to her place, or at least that man believed he had. What the fuck was Juric doing anywhere near Kara?
    The pilots hadn’t finished the climb to altitude when the sound of metal unbuckling came from Victoria’s station. She materialized instantly, a clean towel in her hands. “What else can I get you?”
    Kara stood at the same time he did. “I’ll need a new shirt.”
    He asked Victoria to

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