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couldn’t afford.
    It was time to be silent, to catalogue her surroundings for escape options, as Skywalker had taught her. She frowned, a funny flutter rushing across her chest. Skywalker? Who was Skywalker? Powell. She meant Powell.
    The GTECH—Damion—stopped at a wall of some sort, and Lara managed a brief glimpse behind her of a worn, brown leather couch, two chairs, and shag throw rug on hardwood, before he started walking down a set of dark stairs. Automatic lights flickered to life as he began the descent, and Lara saw a sophisticated electronic panel close behind them. That wasn’t going to be easy to get past again without a security code.
    He entered an elevator and headed deeper into an underground facility. Once inside, with the doors shut, he put her down, to her surprise. In the process, his powerful arm did a slow slide down her body, his palm running over her legs, her butt, her back. She felt every intimate inch of herself touch every hard inch of him—and not without reaction. By the time her feet hit the ground, she was hot, so hot. Unnaturally aroused by a man who was her enemy, and it made no sense. She couldn’t control what she felt. Forget the rush of blood to her head, it had all pooled lower—much lower .
    Neither moved, their bodies still close, and the scent of him, all musky and male, enveloped her, entranced her. She told herself it was his unique GTECH abilities and refused to make eye contact, afraid to make eye contact. She stared at his chest, at her hands resting against the hard T-shirt-clad wall of muscle, and told herself to push him away. But, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she resisted breaking the physical bond. Push away! she silently yelled in her mind.
    His hands caressed a path down her sides, sending warm tingling through her limbs, and she was lost in the sensation. That was, until she realized he was pulling her dress over her backside, because it had been shoved up over her hips, and she hadn’t even noticed. What was it about this man? She couldn’t keep her dress down around him.
    Lara shoved out of his arms and in just one backward step, hit the wall behind her. Instinctively, her eyes lifted, and before she knew what had happened, they locked with his. Lord help her, she felt the connection to her toes, the silent snake of awareness wrapping around them, curling low in her stomach.
    “Stop doing this to me,” she hissed, angry at his seductive abilities.
    He arched a brow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “Stop doing what?”
    The elevator opened, and before she knew what he intended, he hit a button on the panel, locking the doors open, and then spinning her to face the wall.
    Once again, she was trapped, with the same big, strong, powerful GTECH body pressed hotly to hers, with no ability to use the wind to aid her escape.

Chapter 4
     
    Being trapped with her back to a big, dangerous GTECH, not once, but twice in an hour, growing more physically ill with each passing second, didn’t exactly invite more of her bravado, but nevertheless, Lara gave it a whirl. “Are we really doing this little game again?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice as cool as the elevator wall that her hands pressed against, only to sound breathless, as though she were affected by her captive position, by the heat radiating off his big body into hers.
    “You mean the one where I search you to make sure you don’t get to keep your promise to kill me?” he said, his body framing hers, his hands sliding to her waist. “Yeah. We are.”
    “I guess Renegades don’t believe in facing their enemies head on?” she taunted, trying to get him to turn her back around, before he found her weapon. Fighting him would be wasted energy she’d need when a real opportunity to escape materialized. Saving her weapon had to be her goal. “You just prefer to stab them in the back.” That last part wasn’t a question. She knew it was true. She’d witnessed it firsthand.
    “I’m