The Real Target

Cleo replied without hesitation, "Of course, otherwise how would I take care of your leg?"

He slowly released her hand, his gaze dropping to his leg, still bleeding from the broken glass. "I can't stand being lied to, and I hate being left behind when I need someone the most. You know that about me."

Cleo swallowed hard. "I get it. I really do."

"Babe, did you remember everything I told you in the