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were after her .
    Her blood cooled, her heart rate spiked and training took over. Emily pulled the long-barreled handgun from her shoulder holster. The highly illegal weapon had been concealed beneath her jacket. It fit to her hand like it was made especially for her. Emily turned to study the area around her, searching for the best sniper position and scouring where her attacker could be.
    A brick wall slammed into her and she fell to the ground, winded. A masculine, woodsy scent enveloped her senses and she felt her shoulders cupped by large, warm hands.
    “Are you all right, madam?” a deep voice asked her, concern in the tone. “Are you hit? Hello? Miss?”
    Emily focused her gaze on the sexy man bending over her, covering her body protectively with his own. The blond she’d fantasized about had apparently decided to rescue her. She smiled, sensual heat flooding her.
    He locked his blue eyes with hers, and for a moment everything appeared to stop, stilled by an intensity that burned her. His lips were luscious, full and enthralling. She leaned up, the desire to kiss them natural and instinctive. Only the sound of sirens approaching snapped her back to reality.
    Screams filled the air and they both jolted as if electrocuted.
    “I’m Finlay. Fin,” he said, blinking quickly as if he’d been struck a blow to the head. “I’ll help you get out of here, but we’ll need to—are you holding a gun?”
    “Uh.” Emily sat up on the footpath. With a smooth motion that she’d practiced regularly, she replaced the safety as she slid the gun into the waistband of her slacks. The barrel pointed down, pressed into the hollow at the base of her spine. The position wasn’t the most comfortable one, but it would take her less than a second to remove the gun should she be caught again in the cross fire.
    With what she hoped would appear like a casual action, she shrugged. This moved her jacket to once more fall into place.
    Emily knew it wasn’t the safest way to carry her gun, nor the most subtle, but it was the carrying method she’d been taught. It was how she practiced her draw and once learned she was reluctant to change it. Besides, she was now fast and she could quickly holster her weapon when she was away from the scene.
    Fin smiled at her, a devastatingly gorgeous look, making him appear like some wicked Pan ready for sensual, enticing play. As he moved back to give her space she almost missed the sight of a small hand gun holstered beneath his own blue jacket. The sirens were practically on top of them. She knew her time had just run out. Crouching, she guessed there was a small alley only a few hundred feet away. If she sprinted she should be fine and able to make her escape. She tensed her body, ready to flee.
    “Ah, I’ve got it,” Fin drawled, his manner relaxed and charming once more. “You’re not supposed to carry. I might be of a mind to let you slide this one time, but I’ll need to— Wait, what are you doing?”
    “I’m not going to be questioned,” she insisted. “I have to go.”
    “But I don’t know your name!”
    Emily turned to take one last look at his face. Her body reacted again, and she wished she was able to indulge herself for once.
    “I’m Emily,” she said, shocked when the words fell from her lips. On the rare occasion she gave a name while working it was always a false one, usually Amy or Sarah—common ones that sprang easily to mind. Flustered now, she half-smiled at Fin, then turned and fled.
    She thought she could hear him call out to her, but the sound of the police and shouts of all the people left behind mingled together into a cacophony of noise. Emily figured it just as likely it was her imagination, wish fulfillment.
    Without a backward glance and only a small amount of regret, she raced away from the entire situation. Emily couldn’t believe she’d let him take her by surprise, tackling her like that. She never lost focus while she worked, she’d always been