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completely aware of her surroundings and in full control. If she didn’t know better she’d swear the man had cast a spell over her, some sort of distraction spell.
    With one heated look, a wicked grin and a bit of close contact he’d gotten her name. Damn, the man was good. No one ever said a sharp brain couldn’t lurk behind a handsome face. Now she’d just relearned that lesson the hard way. He wasn’t some dandified fop, but a smart, savvy man.
    She needed to forget him, and the way he made her heart race and her body heat.
    Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore the fact that merely remembering how his sleek, hard body had felt pressed into her slender curves made her wet. She had far bigger problems at hand. Like who the hell had been shooting, and why?
    What the hell was going on?
     
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    What the hell’s going on? Fin wondered, completely side-swiped by Emily. The astonishing woman ran like a professional down the street and into the nearest alley. Fin looked behind him. Keyton and two of his coworkers cowered behind a bus shelter. All three of them were talking quickly into their phones.
    A car engine revved and Fin tensed. He turned, body rigid, expecting anything. But he recognized that long, black town car and the driver. The man swerved in front of Marshall with a smooth glide of excellent steering and well-oiled brakes. The doors opened and all three men practically threw themselves into the safety of the back seat.
    With Keyton being whisked to safety, Fin made a snap decision.
    I’m going to catch a heap of shit for this, he admitted to himself, resigned.
    Ignoring his duty, going with his instincts instead, Fin turned his back on his obligation to remain with his ‘client’ and adhere to Preston’s mission. Instead, he raced after the surprising woman.
    This isn’t because she has gorgeous tits, or an arse I could nibble on all day without getting bored. There’s something about her. The ease with which she held that gun, the speed of her reflexes, the fact she’s here at all. It all adds up to something… I just don’t know what, yet.
    Fin hurried into the alley and down the long cobblestoned way. When he followed the path around the back of the shops, he caught sight of her exiting onto another street. Giving chase, he tried to not think of how glorious it’d been to feel her in his arms.
    Petite but curved enticingly, she’d fit against his body as if she’d been created for him. Long, honey brown hair fell past her shoulders and eyes like melted chocolate had seared him. There was a sadness in that gaze he couldn’t ignore, a weight she seemed to carry that he wanted to help her with.
    She brought out the chivalrous nature in him, something he’d never thought lurked beneath his blasé exterior. He wanted to ease the pain he sensed within her, bring a spark of joy into those eyes and tease laughter from those lush lips. He craved to know what she’d look like on the point of orgasm, with all those barriers down.
    Would her face be even more beautiful with the weight lifted from her heart? His mouth watered as he imagined her body slick with sweat, arching up to him in supplication as he thrust his dick deep into her glistening pussy.
    His breath caught. Fin could almost feel her tight heat squeezing around his cock, milking him dry.
    Shaking his head, he decided it’d been too long since he’d last gotten laid—far too long.
    She’s got a gun, he reminded himself. Chances are good she’s some sort of player. If you jump her, she might just shoot you instead of politely declining like a sweet, chaste little debutant would. Keep your focus, Mann.
    Fin realized she hadn’t expected the shooting, however. When he’d first caught sight of her ducking for cover in front of the café she hadn’t held the weapon. Indeed it had taken her precious seconds to register the danger and draw the gun. She’d been jittery, surprised.
    Ambushed?
    The usually silent voice at the back of