Nowhere to Hide. RaeAnne Thayne

that right now I’m the only thing standing between you and that hospital room you just left. Please ask if you need something.”

      “Fine. I need something.”

      Her face lit up with an eagerness to help he would have found laughable if it didn’t shine a warm light on a cold, empty place inside him. “Anything. What can I get for you?”

      She was probably imagining he would ask for another pillow or even those blasted pills he hated so much. He almost enjoyed popping her devoted-nurse fantasy.

      “My sidearm. It should be in a holster in the personal effects I brought home from the hospital. I want it close enough where I can reach it.”

      After a moment of shocked silence, she raised an eyebrow. “Planning on doing a little target shooting at the TV, are we?”

      He shouldn’t have to explain anything to her. It wasn’t any of her business that he had acquired his fair share of enemies after more than a decade at the Bureau. She would call him paranoid if he tried to tell her that certain parties would be thrilled if word happened to trickle out that he was lying here helpless, unable to defend himself.