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eyes along with her insides. “I’m right behind you. I’ve got to get one more thing.”
    The young store clerk had almost finished ringing up her items when Hawk arrived with his deodorant, the sandwiches, a bag of chips and a bag of limp carrots with roots growing out of their entire length.
    He handed the bag to the young kid. “For the bunny.”
    Sophie’s skull near exploded. How dare he?
    The clerk jumped right in. “You have rabbits? My family raises them…to eat. They taste like chicken, you know.”
    Hawk laughed. “We’ve just got one. Cute little thing. I might have to start looking at her as a meal.”
    Sophie dug her nails into his arm. “That’s what you think.”
    “Ouch,” Hawk said and moved out of her reach.
    The clerk chuckled, bagged their items and nodded at Hawk. “You’d better watch it. Sounds like the little bunny means a lot to your lady.”
    “Yeah, we’re both attached to Furry. She’s so warm and cuddly. Why just last night—”
    Sophie grabbed her bag. “I’ll be in the truck.”
    She turned on heel and took a step. His voice stopped her cold. “Sophie? I don’t have any money.”
    Breathing fire, Sophie stalked to the register haphazardly pulling money from her purse along the way. She slapped a handful of bills in Hawk’s hand. “Here.” The warm smile along with the twinkle in his eyes got her toes tingling, but she forced herself to turn back the way she’d come.
    She never made it to the door. It wasn’t the man dressed in the red and black plaid shirt and green wool pants peering at a bulletin board that raised the alarm. Neither was it the rancid body odor emanating from his person. Nor was it Hawk’s picture on a wanted poster that freaked her out. The smelly Neanderthal sneaking covert looks between Hawk and his picture made her skin crawl.
    How the hell had this happened? She refused to consider this was Stan’s doing. That left Reed and Blair . They must have printed an official-looking FBI wanted poster. She noticed the number to call was not an FBI hotline, or at least not one she was familiar with. Was Hawk’s image in every store between here and Alaska? A chill rattled down her spine. Had the poster been here when they’d come in. Surely, she’d have seen it. Were the two rogue agents lurking outside? Waiting for the opportunity to nab Hawk?
    Even though Hawk’s face was smooth and clean shaven in the photograph, he was easily recognizable. Those damn whiskey colored eyes.
    Before Sophie could react, an overweight woman wearing a sweatshirt sporting a colorful tied fishing fly with the slogan Check your Fly showed up behind the guy. “Move it, Everett. I wanna fish today, not tomorrow.”
    Everett glanced in Sophie’s direction. She pretended interest in the magazines precariously perched on an old, teetering steel rack. He dragged the woman to his side, his wide grin revealing toothless gums. Then he whispered loud enough for anyone within ten feet to hear, “Look at this, Mel!” His finger jabbed the poster. “FBI’s offering a $20,000 reward for this dude.” His voice rose with excitement. “And guess what? He’s standing right over there.” With all the finesse of an orangutan, he lifted an arm and pointed it at Hawk still chatting with the young kid behind the counter.
    Mel slapped the hand curled around her biceps. “For Christ’s sake. I’m so fuckin’ sick of your git rich quick schemes. Forgit it. Ya ain’t never gonna be rich. Get used to it. Try workin’ for your damned money, like everyone else.”
    Sophie breathed a bit easier when the woman backed away, crossing her arms over ample breasts. The glint in her eyes dared Everett to argue.
    Hawk chose that moment to arrive. “Hey, babe! You waited for me.”
    Sophie’s desire to knock the silly grin down his throat died a fast death when Everett feverishly pulled a cell out of his shirt pocket. She all but threw herself into Hawk’s arms. He staggered backward.