“Opium,” Carter murmured.

Rica laughed. “No, but that’s very good. It’s a custom fragrance but there are some similarities.”

Naked beneath the sheets, Carter gazed at Rica, who sat nearby in a white wicker chair, framed by the colors of sunset beyond the open French doors. A breeze teased her hair and a hint of a smile lingered. She looked so achingly lovely that Carter wished with all her heart that she could stop time.

“How long have I been asleep?” Carter vaguely remembered falling into bed after her shower. Rica had not been in the room then.

“About four hours. How are you feeling?”

“Cleaner.” Carter studied Rica’s remote expression. They might have been strangers. “Why am I here?”

Rica drew her legs up and sat sideways in the chair with her feet tucked beneath her. “You’re in no shape to travel or defend yourself. If they come back, they’ll kill you.”

“If they wanted to kill me, they would have last night.”

“Maybe,” Rica said. “But I’m not willing to take the chance.”

“You didn’t feel that way yesterday morning.”

“This isn’t about you and me,” Rica said sharply. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t hire thugs to beat you. I’d hunt you down and shoot you myself.”

Despite the fact that she hurt more than she’d imagined possible in every bone of her body, Carter laughed. “I believe you.”

“Good.” Rica regarded Carter intently, ridiculously relieved that she was awake and seemed stronger. She’d watched her sleep for hours, irrationally terrified that she’d stop breathing. She wondered if she’d ever be able to get the image of Carter lying in her own blood out of her mind. “Do you know who did this?”

“I might recognize one of the voices, given a little time. Head’s too fuzzy just yet.” At Rica’s expression of alarm, Carter added quickly, “It wasn’t Enzo. Him I would know.” Very carefully, she inched her way up until she was sitting upright against the pillows. It didn’t register in her still slightly befuddled mind that the sheets had fallen away, leaving her chest exposed. “I’m pretty certain it was someone I met…doing business.”

“My father’s people,” Rica said tonelessly. And now she knew the answers to so many of her questions. What her father was capable of. What price her loyalty would exact. What toll love would demand. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t what I wanted to happen. I never wanted you hurt.”

Carter considered the words. “You told your father.”

“Yes. Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“No,” Carter said quietly. “I thought you would.”

“And still you told me. Why?”

“I told you the reason.”

Rica laughed bitterly. “Because you love me.”

“Yes.” When Rica looked away, Carter said, “It might not have been your father.”

“Enzo would have killed you,” Rica said.

“Not necessarily. I’m not certain Enzo has the clout to order a hit on his own. I doubt your father wants that kind of attention drawn to him or any of his people. Chances are Enzo just wanted to teach me a lesson. Or teach you one.”

“Then he would have sent them after me.”

“No. He’d never do anything so blatant. Your father would kill him and he knows it. He’s probably regretting the marks he left on your face right about now, believe me.” Just thinking about Enzo striking Rica made Carter’s heart hammer with rage. Jesus, she still wanted to kill him. “You wouldn’t tell your father about the sexual assaults…” At Rica’s sound of protest, Carter said harshly, “That’s what they were, Rica. He knew you wouldn’t go to your father with that, but bruises can’t be hidden.”

“He’s never hit me before. Now I understand why.”

“How did you know to look for me?”

“A photograph.” Rica closed her eyes. “Someone sent me a photograph of you lying…” in your own blood. “Unconscious.”

“Let me see it.”

Even though she never wanted to see it again, and would never need to, not with the image so clearly branded in her memory, Rica went downstairs to retrieve it. It still lay on the floor next to the envelope. For the first time, Rica realized there was a message scrawled on the envelope. The photograph had been so horrific it was the only thing she had been able to see.

“I think you might be right,” Rica said, handing the envelope to Carter.

Carter read the message, Next time, say yes. Then held out her hand. “Where’s the photo? Hand it to me by the edges.”

Rica hesitated.

“I’m not going to put it on the record, Rica. Jesus. But it would be good if we know who Enzo’s using to threaten you. I doubt there are any prints, but we can check.”

“If this was Enzo’s way of warning you away from me,” Rica said, passing Carter the Polaroid, “or showing me what would happen if I refused him again, you could still be in danger from my father. He may want you…out of the way…for completely different reasons.” She stared around the room as if expecting someone to burst through one of the doors at any second, then rose and walked to the dresser. She took out her Beretta and returned to the chair.

“I’m going to pretend I don’t see that.” Carter slid the photo into the envelope and set it on the bedside table. “Eject the clip and stash that somewhere.”

“You don’t give me orders, Carter.”

“What are you going to do, Rica? Shoot someone?” Carter leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Did you tell your father I was a cop?”

“No.”

“Did you tell him my name?”

“No.”

Carter opened her eyes. “What exactly did you tell him?”

“I tried to warn him that he’d been betrayed, but I got the feeling that he already knew.”

Rizzo. He must know Rizzo is missing by now, so he figures he’s turned. Carter said nothing, but she thought it possible that Pareto knew nothing of her involvement.

Rica didn’t want to, but she asked a question she been thinking about for twenty-four hours. She didn’t know why it mattered, but it did. “Is Carter Wayne really your name?”

“Carter’s my first name, but Wayne is my grandmother’s name. You won’t find a cop officially listed by the name of Carter Wayne, if you or anyone else goes looking.”

Rica didn’t care what Carter’s last name was. She was just absurdly glad that the name she had screamed in her mind…or was it out loud?…when this woman had been inside her was the truth. “And the part about being a lawyer?”

“True.”

“The place in town?”

“I really own it.”

Relieved, and irritated that any of it mattered, Rica snapped, “Would you mind very much covering up?”

“What?” Carter looked down and realized for the first time that she was bare to her hips. “Oh.”

“Thank you,” Rica said, relieved when Carter drew up the sheet, as if that would erase the image of Carter’s body from her mind. Carter was beautiful. Firm upright breasts, defined arms and shoulders, and a long tapered waist beneath arching ribs that called out for a caress. She had felt that body through her clothes, sensed the power of it by watching her move, but she hadn’t expected the graceful combination of femininity and strength. She wanted to touch her, and reminded herself of all the reasons why she couldn’t.

“I’m in no shape to make a pass,” Carter said gently.

“How much does it hurt?” Rica hated the purple discoloration that spread over Carter’s ribs from just below her left breast to her navel. She hated the person who had put that mark there even more.

“I’ll live.”

“That’s convenient, because I don’t want your death on my conscience.”

“Nothing is going to happen, but even if it did, you’re not responsible.”

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten what happened at my father’s house with Enzo, and here when I begged you to fuck me,” Rica said angrily. “But I haven’t. I can’t. If I’d known who you were I never would have let you touch me. I certainly wouldn’t have let you touch Enzo. God, Carter, what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I didn’t want his hands on you. Not then, not ever.” Carter held Rica’s gaze. “And I’m very very glad you let me touch you.”

“Well, now it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“You’re wrong, Rica,” Carter said quietly. “It still matters to me.”

Rica rose and slipped the small Beretta into the pocket of her tailored silk slacks. “As I predicted when we first met, what happened between us is of no consequence to me.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

The sun was shining the next time Carter woke, and she had no idea what time it was. Or even what day it was. Her cell phone, wallet, and keys were on the bedside table along with a white envelope Rica had given her. Stretching carefully, wincing at the pain that burned down the center of her back and burrowed into her pelvis, she palmed the phone and eased back against the pillows. To her relief, it still held a charge, and she focused long enough to speed-dial.

“Kev? It’s me.”

“Jesus Christ and all that’s holy. Where are you?”

“Still on the Cape. I had a bit of trouble.”

Kevin sucked in air. “Define trouble.”

“I’m still breathing. Just a little beat up.”

“When?”

“What day is it?”

“Christ, Carter. It’s Tuesday afternoon.”

“Uh…about thirty-six hours ago, I guess.”

“I’ll come and get you.”

“Yeah. I don’t think I can drive just yet.”

“Where exactly are you?”

“Rica’s.”

“Where’s your head? She could be behind…”

“No. Look…”

“Forget about it. Give me the address.”

“They could be watching the place.”

“So they know you’re there. If she moves you, they’ll know that too. Stay put.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Carter gave him directions, closed the cell phone, and then carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed. She closed her eyes against a wave of dizziness and fought to breathe slowly until it passed. Her clothes were folded in a pile on a nearby chair. It took her fifteen minutes to dress. It took her almost that long to get downstairs.

Rica met her at the bottom of the stairs. After a moment of silence, Rica brushed her fingertips over the stains on Carter’s silk shirt. “I couldn’t get all the blood out of your clothes. This is ruined, but I thought you’d prefer it clean.”

“That’s okay. Thanks.” Carter steadied herself with a hand against the wall. Rica wore jeans and a white sleeveless tank top. She looked tired. “I’m going to get out of your hair in a couple of hours.”

“How?”

“My…brother is picking me up.”

“Your brother.” Rica searched Carter’s face. “Don’t lie to me. There’s no reason to any longer.”

Carter cupped Rica’s neck and skimmed her thumb along the edge of her jaw. She wasn’t going to identify Kevin as a cop, on the chance someone was watching the house. “I wouldn’t, if it were just me. If I could go back and do things differently…”

“Don’t.” Rica pressed her fingertips to Carter’s lips. “You can’t change who you are any more than I can. And I don’t think you would have done anything differently.”

“You’re wrong.” Slowly, Carter leaned forward, and when Rica did not move away, she gently kissed her mouth. She let her lips linger on Rica’s, softly savoring the taste and the heat. She felt Rica’s hands come to her waist, and Carter tangled her fingers in Rica’s hair, carefully, tenderly, holding her close. Her body ached, her mind was a confused miasma of conflicting allegiances and desires, but this kiss… This was right. They were right. “God, Rica. Tell me you can feel it, too.”

“No,” Rica lied, even as her heart said yes. Enzo would kill Carter the next time. Regardless of whether her father sanctioned it or not, regardless of how long or how often Rica refused Enzo’s demands, Enzo would kill Carter because he had seen what Rica had resisted for weeks. She loved Carter, and Enzo knew it. It didn’t matter that Rica was not his to claim. He believed, had always believed, that eventually she would be his. He’d said he could tolerate her affairs with women, and maybe he meant it. But he would never accept her loving another woman when he knew that she would never love him. “It’s just sex, Carter. Nothing more.”

“You have to tell your father about Enzo,” Carter murmured, stroking Rica’s cheek. “He’s crazy, Rica.”

“My family matters aren’t your concern.” Laughing bitterly, Rica stepped back. “Of course, that’s not true, is it? I should have said my personal business is not your concern.”

“I’m not interested in your family business anymore.”

“No? It’s that simple?” Rica gestured with her head toward the living room. “Go sit down. You’re not going to be able to stay upright much longer.”

“I’m okay.”

“Just do it. I don’t have the patience for your stubbornness right now.”