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a quick look at his instruments, he went back to his ministrations.
    Life had been strange to this point, but not this strange. She’d escaped a maniac who would unleash all his extensive resources to find her. Mason would be out of his mind over losing the fortune in rare coins, but he also had a deadline for delivering them. 
    Regardless, if she handed those over to him now, he wouldn’t let her walk away.
    No one embarrassed Mason and survived.
    She had a chance. Slim, but still a chance if tonight was any sign.
    Being saved by a dark warrior who could turn a nun’s head topped everything she’d faced before.
    At Zane’s gentle pull, her leg moved up and across his lap as he sat straighter.
    She didn’t resist, didn’t want to. After six days of pure torture, Angel struggled to muster the cool disinterest she normally offered men. But Zane applied salve over her legs as earnestly as a sculptor working on his masterpiece.
    A warm tremor stirred in the pit of her stomach again. Her breathing quickened at the intimate contact.
    Dammit , there couldn’t be a worse time for her to be attracted to a man, but clearly her body lived in the moment with no concern for the future. After all the misery men had put her through, she could come up with only one explanation for this strange attraction. As part of her training for a triathlon she’d hoped to compete in, she’d taken a survival course. The instructor had explained how complete strangers would bond almost immediately when thrown into life and death situations.
    Made sense.
    Mix fear of dying and adrenaline overload with one mouth-watering, white-knight hunk for instant attraction.
    And that would explain her lack of a love life since she hadn’t run into anyone like Zane before.
    “Let me see your arms,” he said.
    She jerked at his voice.
    His chest moved with a sigh she couldn’t hear. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” 
    “No.” She lifted her hand in apology. “I’m jumpy.” 
    “With reason.”   He smiled and her silly heart felt special.
    Without thinking, she extended her free arm for him to see the scratched skin. Stupid move. That was the arm with the plain silver band locked on her wrist.
    When he said nothing about it, she relaxed. He probably ignored the bracelet as a piece of junk jewelry.
    One she had to remove soon.
    Asking for a hacksaw right now might throw a kink into how well things were going. If Zane knew that bracelet was a tracking device, he’d jump to the conclusion that she was a criminal and bring in the police. That would be major FUBAR.
    Never again would she blatantly trust anyone, especially the law.
    Locked away for ten days with Mason and his death squad had reminded her just how vulnerable a woman could be, no matter what kind of physical condition she maintained.
    Zane’s deep voice boomed in her headphones. “Speaking of being jumpy and given the send off we just got – want to tell me what’s going on? I can radio ahead to have someone in law enforcement meet us at the next stop.”  His concerned voice flowed over her like a hot shower on a winter morning, but the question snapped her back to cold reality.
    He’d waited longer to ask those questions than she’d expected, and he deserved an answer. But telling this guy anything significant would be foolhardy.
    Still, she despised lying.
    Her mother had lied constantly about drinking even when her breath reeked of cheap whiskey. She’d lied her way straight into a casket, abandoning Angel.
    Her father had lied for years about how he lost a job and where he went at night. Then, to convince the District Attorney he was giving up everyone, her father had told the all-time whopper about her toting drugs. He’d never been much of a parent, but that had shriveled up what was left of her heart.
    The wimpy attorney she’d been assigned had lied about trying to win her case, and made the bare minimum of court-required visits while she lingered in jail.
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