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dimple flashing, as he reached up to tap an earpiece. “I’ve been listening in the entire time—Christian had more than one listening device on him.” Then he turned to me. “Are you okay?”
    I rubbed my wrists. The guards had released us the moment the room had been stormed. I wanted to run to Archer, to throw my arms around him in his sexy SWAT suit, but now wasn’t the time. Instead, I just nodded.
    “Good,” he said. Then he turned back to McNamara. “You’re lucky I’m letting you keep your tongue after the way you talked to her.” He eyed the surrounding SWAT team. “For once, it seems having the FBI here is working in your favor. After I showed them your audio tape and told them about your blackmail attempt, they agreed to put me on the team, but I don’t think they’d take very kindly to me causing grievous bodily harm before we could get you to the courts.”
    “Go fuck yourself,” McNamara spat. “You and your little whore.”
    Archer’s face darkened. He took a step forward. “On second thoughts, maybe I don’t care what they do to me.” He took another step. “Maybe I want to end up in the same cell as you.”
    McNamara took another half step back. “You wouldn’t dare.”
    Archer stepped forward again, slinging his gun behind his back. He cracked his knuckles. “You’d be surprised what I’d dare to do when you mess with the gal I love.” McNamara’s face was quickly losing its color.
    Archer stopped in front of him. “You know what’s funny? If you had never tried to blackmail Josie, life would have been so much simpler for you. Janus has money, your reputation would have suffered from that audio tape, but you would probably have escaped jail time.”
    His heel found the still glowing cigar McNamara had dropped and ground it into expensive carpet. “But now? With what we’ve just got on tape? You’re going to jail for a very, very long time.”
    “I should have shot that bitch while I had the chance,” McNamara spat.
    Archer suddenly went very still. His fist clenched. Then he turned to talk directly to the SWAT team behind him. “Gentlemen. 10 million dollars to the FBI Widows Fund if you’ll look the other way for… oh, about 15 seconds.” He didn’t wait for a response. Instead he spun to punch McNamara with the weight of his entire body behind him. The other man staggered back, eyes rolling up, and then folded to the floor.
    Archer looked to the fallen man dismissively. “I did warn you.” Then he crossed the room to where I stood, pulling me to him for a long, passionate kiss.

Chapter 7
     
     
    Later that night, after the police station, the paper work and a celebratory dinner, we unwound on the balcony of Archer’s apartment. I’d told Mom everything over dinner. It had been harder even than standing up to McNamara—Archer had held my hand the entire time.
    Tears had filled her eyes when I’d told her about the photos. “Josie, sweetheart…”
    “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry if you’re ashamed of me.”
    She’d looked at me in shock. “Ashamed? Sweetheart, I’m nothing but proud of you. Who cares about a couple of photos? I did worse with your father when we were younger.” Then she soured. “That pig of a man though! He’s no better than that Volder-whatsit fellow in Harry Potter . I swear that movie would have been better as a musical.” She’d sat back then, as if that was that, and spent the rest of the night gazing moon eyed at Archer; hanging on his every word.
    We sent her home in a limo, which thrilled Mom to pieces—though I did warn Archer that he was starting to spoil her. Pretty soon she’d be demanding to go to premiers and rub elbows with her favorite stars.
    That had made me chuckle. I could imagine her swanning down the red carpet, dressed up to the nines. The best part was knowing that even if she did demand such treatment, Archer would give it to her. He’d already written a check to pay off the house, and Mom’s medical