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his mind, his deepest instinct, floated the thought to him. Fin shook his head, discarding the idea. This was a random attack, right? Or…possibly a hit out on Marshall? No one had been after her, surely?
    Really confused now, and feeling faintly guilty for chasing her instead of remaining behind to protect Keyton, Fin put on a burst of speed. His lungs were heaving and he cursed the slippery-soled leather office shoes he’d worn today. He swore, then he gritted his teeth and caught up to Emily.
    Grabbing her arm, he then jolted them both to a stop. Fin quickly took stock of her. Her breaths came as hard as his, but she didn’t sweat or appear unduly rocked by the physical exertion. Indeed, as he studied her, the more his curiosity was roused. She tracked her dark eyes around them both with a professionalism that shook his confidence in her innocence. Emily gave every indication of a calmness that worried him.
    “Who the hell are you and what’ve you got to do with this?” Fin demanded more harshly than he’d intended.
    “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. Let me go.” She tugged her arm, but Fin tightened his grip upon her.
    “Gun shots sound out in the middle of a busy city street, and you duck for cover, pulling out a nasty looking, highly illegal weapon. I can see in your eyes you’re already forming some lie, Emily whoever-you-are. You’re scanning the distance like a pro. I know you’re tied up in this somehow. That sweet smile won’t distract me a second time. What’s going on?”
    This time she seemed genuinely surprised by his words. He assumed the shock was sincere, as it only flashed across her face. Seconds later she’d returned to her formerly inscrutable look and frowned. Fin watched as she flicked her pink tongue out for a moment. She licked her lower lip. He wanted to follow her action, trace that plush mouth with his own tongue, but restrained himself.
    While Emily thought, he wondered if her lip action was a subconscious tell on her part.
    “You’re reminding me that it’s not just women who can use their looks to distract the enemy from thinking they have a brain,” she said in what he thought was a cryptic manner.
    Fin couldn’t tell if her words were a compliment or a complaint. Either way, he refused to be distracted by her beauty. He glanced up and down the street to try to gather his thoughts. He wondered what the hell he was doing. Pulling her with him, he then stalked over to a quiet corner. He lowered his voice so they’d not be overheard by anyone.
    “That doesn’t answer anything. Who are you, and what do you do to justify a gun like that? What part do you play in this? How do you connect in? Is someone after you? Are you in trouble?”
    “I’m not— Wait, what? In trouble? Me !”
    She widened her eyes in what was either the best acting he’d seen, or genuine shock. When she lowered her jaw on the last word, he knew it wasn’t fake. Again this loss of control only lasted a swift moment. She snapped her mouth closed and tensed. Her gaze sparked with what he could only call outrage, which further confused him.
    “Is that why you followed me?” she said with scorn. “To protect me? Fin, let me explain something to you, I don’t need a hero, or some man to keep me safe. I’m perfectly, completely able to handle myself, thank you very much.”
    Fin frowned, caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement.
    “Look, just because you’ve somehow managed to carry around a big gun doesn’t mean—”
    “I can use that weapon,” she snapped, agitated. “I’m bloody proficient at it too. Gosh, I can’t believe I’m arguing with you about this.”
    Fin’s heart thumped as she ran a hand through her hair. Fire heated in her dark gaze, lighting her from within. Emily was stunning. His dick hardened in his trousers. He gulped and tried to control himself. Sporting a hard-on here in the street would not be a good look.
    “This has to involve you,” he