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stood.
    “Your blonde’s leaving,” Anthony said and they both turned to watch.
    They were splitting up, the brunette heading for the back door to the parking lot, the blonde to the street
    door. Just before she got to the door, the brunette turned.
    “Lucy,” she called, and it sounded like an order. “I mean it. As soon as you get home.”
    “All right, all right,” the blonde said. “As soon as I get home, I will get rid of Bradley.” Then she turned
    and walked out the door.
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    “Instinct,” Zack said and took off after her.
    “I hate it when you do this,” Anthony said, and moved toward the parking-lot door tostop the brunette.

Chapter Two
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    The February wind cut at Lucy’s face as she set off at a dead run to find her car, her purse banging
    heavily into her hip. She’d almost reached the alley next to the lot when somebody grabbed her arm, and
    she swung around and fell against the brick wall of the building behind her.
    It was the black leather from the restaurant. “Excuse me?” he said. “We need to talk.” He blocked her
    against the wall and reached inside his beat-up leather jacket. “I’m—”
    “No.” Lucy shook her head until the street blurred. “I’m very busy. Really. You probably noticed me
    staring at you? That was a mistake. I’m sorry. I have to go.” She tried to slip away, but he caught at her
    arm again.
    “I have to ask you about Bradley,” he said, and Lucy stopped pulling away. “I’m—”
    “Bradley? Oh, you mean with my sister back there? Getting rid of him? That was a joke.”
    He smiled down at her, and Lucy lost her breath. He was too intense to be handsome and too electric to
    be ignored. “I love jokes,” he said. “Tell me about it.”
    I’d tell you anything,Lucy thought, and then she heard a sound like a car backfiring. There was a pinging
    sound and a chip of the brick wall behind them struck her on the cheek and the man swore and yanked
    her into the alley. He shoved her behind a trash bin and pinned her to the metal with his body, so close to
    her that her heart thudded against his chest. He was solid and a lot stronger than she was, and she tried
    to push him away, but he didn’t budge.
    “What are you doing?” Lucy tried to push him off. “Let go.”
    “Quiet.”
    He eased himself off her slightly, reached inside his jacket, pulled out a gun, and aimed it carefully at the
    street.
    Lucy froze, part of her mind marvelling at seeing a real gun in the hand of a real felon, the rest of her
    mind in meltdown.Move, she told her feet, but she stayed frozen against him. She shoved her chin up his
    chest to get a better look at him, trying to decide whether he was just run-of-the-mill violent or totally
    deranged.
    He looked big and tense and concentrated. His anvil-like jaw was clenched and his crazy blue eyes
    swept up and down the street.
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    Totally deranged.
    She shifted again, and he whispered without looking at her, “Would you hold still, please?”
    Please? At least he was polite.
    She tried to shove him off her, but he weighed a ton, so she decided to fall back on her former strong
    suit: brains. “You’re squashing me,” she said, trying to breath around his jacket, and he eased off her a
    little more, just enough to give her room to lunge for the street He caught her by the coat before she
    could take another step, yanking her back and yelling, “Are you crazy?”
    “Me?” Lucy yelled back, trying to jerk her coat away. “What about you? Grabbing women? Let me
    go.”
    “Listen, lady,” He tried to push her back behind the Dumpster. “I’m...”
    “Let go!”She swung her purse filled with five pounds of physics book and connected with his solar
    plexus.
    His gasp was an inverted scream, and his grip tightened on her convulsively. She jerked away