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had flown off and all her black hair had tumbled down around her shoulders.
    He tried to think of what to say, but the only thing that came out was, “You left me.”
    She blinked and tried to jerk out of his grip. He tightened his hands and made sure she stayed put. She let out an angry spate of Korean, or maybe Chinese, but he refused to let her go. Finally she blew her hair off her face with an angry puff and stopped trying to break his hold. He guessed she could have dislodged him with one of her quick moves if she wanted to badly enough, but for some reason she hadn’t.
    “Look, I’m going to chase you if you do get away, so why not settle down, talk to me, and we can stop the running for a while, okay?”
    His honesty seemed to make her frown.
    “Why are you chasing me?”
    Just when he would have smiled at her exasperated demand, gunshots ripped through the air. Pieces of the concrete wall behind her blew outward, spraying them both with debris. He tackled her down into a hunch under his arm and forced her behind the cars lining the street. Two more shots sounded. From the angle the bullets hit, Dare realized they weren’t necessarily aiming for them.
    He shoved her up against a red BMW and chanced a look. Two men were stationed behind an overturned cart aiming for another vehicle where Tazz crouched half hidden behind the hood of the car. Tazz caught his eye and gave him the ‘okay’ signal then jerked his hand down and out, indicating he should move out.
    More shots were fired at Tazz. He hunched down then returned fire, hitting one man and possibly the other.
    People shouted and screamed, and Kylie tried to pull from Dare’s grip again. He hauled her close to his body and plowed his way through the throng like he was back on the football field, and ducked them both down behind a mid-sized van.
    “You want to tell me who is shooting at you?” he asked.
    Silence and a pissed off glare met his demand. She dropped down that silent-I-don’t-care-what-happens mask he’d seen earlier, shutting him out. He wasn’t allowing that.
    “You don’t care if you live or die? Is that it?” he demanded. “I do. I’m not letting you get your head blown off because you’ve made some mistakes. Now, who is trying to kill you?” he demanded again, shaking her shoulders for emphasis.
    After several seconds of sizing him up she shrugged and looked away, dismissing him for the second time in one day. Shit didn’t happen to him. People—especially smaller, fragile looking women—answered his questions without him even having to touch them.
    Just when he’d reached his limit, she sighed heavily and murmured. “He wasn’t trying to kill me. He wanted something from me. And it looks to me like they are shooting at you guys.”
    Kylie Chung was a beautiful woman, more captivating up close than she was from yards away. He still wasn’t letting her pass on that one. She’d had a gun to her head, for God’s sake.
    “Maybe, but I wasn’t the one with a gun pointed at my skull, executioner style. Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” he said and pulled her attention back to his face with his forefinger under her chin. For some damn reason, it mattered to him that she saw him, remembered him. In the desert, he’d been busted up, his face swollen and cut up with shrapnel, but he’d counted on her recognizing him. “We’re going to circle around, and get in that vehicle—”
    “No.” She shrugged his hand off, pushed at him and tried to stand. He tugged her back down to face him. He was bigger and he used it, ninja moves or not, she wasn’t getting away again.
    “What else are you going to do? Run?” He tightened his hands on her tiny arms and shook her gently. “That didn’t work so well, did it? You can’t run through the streets of Seoul and dodge these guys.”
    She huffed at him like he was being the stubborn one. “I can. I was, before you came along. You stand out, you draw attention. I blend in. I