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cruelty. “The night they wrecked, they took out six other cars. Luckily no one else died, but a lot of people got banged up pretty good.”
    Emotion squeezed the air out of her lungs, making her chest hurt. “You weren’t with them?”
    He shook his head. “I was pretty young still when I learned to recognize the signs. Mom would get giddy, or Dad would smile a certain way, and I knew they planned to tie one on. I’d hide with Pepper so they couldn’t take us.” Looking beyond her, he drew in two slow breaths. “When I got big enough, around the time I turned twelve or so, I just flat out refused to go. They figured leaving me behind was easier than the fight it took to take us along.”
    So young! Her eyes burned with the idea of how he’d lived his youth. “Pepper...”
    “I kept her with me.”
    She was glad to hear it, but how much strength had it taken for a boy at that young age to defy alcoholic parents?
    Rowdy traced the lines in her palm. “I was home with Pepper when we got the news they were dead.” His hand tightened on hers. “She cried for two days straight.”
    That poor girl. “How old was she?”
    “Fifteen. Plenty old enough to understand that we’d been on the radar for children’s services for years. She figured with our folks gone, she’d end up in a foster home.”
    A vise of sorrow closed around Avery’s heart. Now she understood what had forged Rowdy’s hard edge—pure survival. “How old were you?”
    “Just turned eighteen.”
    On the run. Avery already knew, but asked anyway. “You took off with your sister, didn’t you?”
    “That seemed better than being separated. And we did okay for a few years. At times, it was even kind of fun.”
    Because he no longer had abuse to deal with? She fought the unbearable urge to hug him tightly, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate it.
    Not for the reasons motivating her.
    Without her realizing it, Rowdy tugged the cloth-covered band from her hair, freeing it.
    “Rowdy...” She reached back to gather the unruly mass, but he already had his fingers tangled in it, spreading it out, bringing it forward over her shoulder.
    As if fascinated with her hair, he watched his hand instead of meeting her gaze. “Pepper had grown up without much, so she didn’t feel like we were missing anything. Long as we had a roof over our heads and enough to eat, she was happy.”
    Gently, Avery said, “I think being happy had more to do with having her big brother around.”
    “Maybe.” He gave a gruff laugh of disgust. “I screwed up a lot of stuff, but most of all when I got us both jobs in a high-end club. The pay was great. I was able to save up some money and keep Pepper close at hand.”
    Had he been protecting Pepper his whole life? First from his parents, and then from well-meaning authorities?
    If so, where did that leave Rowdy?
    Who had looked out for him?
    Avery tried to imagine him as a little boy stuck in a bar while his parents drank themselves into oblivion. At thirteen, hiding with his sister. At eighteen, on the run from the establishment.
    “You did the best you could.” Always.
    Something shifted in his demeanor, the sadness replaced with iron will—yet his touch remained gentle as he toyed with a long lock of her red hair. “By the time I realized the club owner was a murdering bastard, it was too late.”
    Oh, no. Visions of horrible scenarios played out in her head. “You were hurt?”
    “That would have been easier.”
    Meaning he’d been hurt before? The thought crushed her, making it even more impossible to resist him.
    Concern robbed her voice of strength. “Your sister?”
    He nodded. “It’s a convoluted story, but the gist of it is that Pepper saw a city commissioner take a bullet to the brain.”
    Stunned, Avery forgot about her hair and barely noticed when Rowdy lifted it to his face.
    “She stuck to the shadows, so they didn’t at first know that she’d seen anything. I was working the floor as a bouncer, and