A.J. abruptly snatched hold of Jesse’s shirt with one hand and pulled his other arm back, ready to strike. “You shouldn’t have kept this from me. You put my family in danger. My sister. Maybe your father is—” “Right about me?” Jesse lifted his gaze. “I’m trouble.” A.J.’s face muscles went lax, but he didn’t lower his arm. His hand remained clenched in a fist in preparation as he stared into Jesse’s eyes. “Why do you think I’ve done my best to stay away from your sister all these years?” Jesse rasped, his voice shaking. “I was broken before I joined the CIA, and then I became dangerous because
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