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We both freeze, and my eyes snap down to where she’s touching me. The next second, she yanks away from me, her entire face turning bright red.

Absolutely taking advantage of being shot, I say, “I don’t think I can get to my room on my own. Will you help me?”

Even though she’s blushing, she comes back and wraps her arm around my waist again. I place mine around her shoulders and pull her close to my side before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you,meu anjinho.”

She tilts her head back, giving me a questioning look, so I translate, “It means my little angel.”

Her lips part, then she looks down again as she tries her best to help me walk to the main bedroom.

Chapter 16

JENNA

Having my arm wrapped around Enzo’s back is doing very weird things to my heart. The organ is beating wildly in my chest, and it’s not because of fear.

I try to ignore the overwhelming reaction I have to him, but it’s like a constant buzzing of energy.

At the top of the stairs, he stumbles, and I stagger to the side while trying to keep him from falling, but he’s so much bigger than I am, and his weight pushes me against the wall.

His hand smacks beside my head to steady himself, then he looks down, and the air wooshes from my lungs. Being crowded in by his muscled body, his bare chest inches away from my face, I blush something fierce while almost swallowing my tongue from the huge gulp I take.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, his tone low and deep.

Tingles spread over every inch of me, and my heart beats even faster. Only then do I realize my palm is squashed flat over his stomach from trying to catch him, and I quickly lower it.

Enzo rights himself on his feet, and when he sways, I forget about my shyness and grab hold of him. We move slowly toward the main bedroom, and after I help him inside, he slumps down on the side of the bed.

“I don’t think I can shower,” he says. “At least not on my own.”

My eyebrows fly up, and I shake my head. There’s no way I’m climbing into the shower with him.

Groaning, he begins to move so he can lie down, and I lean over him to help. I adjust the pillows behind him, and as I step back, my eyes flit over his body.

Crap, he’s very attractive.

The tattoos are something to get used to, but all his muscles and golden-tanned skin have my stomach feeling like a whole swarm of bees has taken up residence inside it.

Noticing his shoes, I move to the end of the bed and take them off for him. When I’m done, I stand back and unable to ignore the blood on his side, I go to the bathroom.

I switch on the warm water faucet and grab a washcloth. Holding it beneath the spray, I wet it before squeezing the excess drops out.

I walk back to Enzo, and sitting down beside him, I have to lean over his waist to reach his side. I carefully clean off all the blood, avoiding the stitches.

Once I’m done, I figure he can’t sleep with the stitches exposed like that, and I jog out of the room and go back downstairs to find a bandage.

I get one out of the first aid kit, then pause to catch my breath. Looking up toward the landing and the banister where I can see all the bedrooms, I shake my head.

Tonight has been insane.

I still can’t believe Enzo is here and that he’s behind the job and Cassia reaching out to me.

And everything he told me…

I shake my head again.

Boy, I’m a terrible judge of character. I’ve been fantasizing my butt off over a criminal.