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tactics. If he could fix her plumbing, survive her sisters, and make her laugh, then he’d be perfect.
    No one was perfect.
    Besides, Luke had a great big stick up his butt. He wouldn’t be caught dead in Beaux. Not for a visit. Not forever.
    “I think they’re gone,” Luke commented.
    He adjusted his position, and his hand brushed against her leg. She tingled in a rush of sexual heat. He might have a stick up his rear, but it was a mighty fine rear.
    “Pull over and stop the car,” he said. “It’s time we got you a different ride.”
    The tingle fizzed out. Obviously he didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him.
    “It’s my car, remember?” They might be free of the bad guys, but she had miles to drive before she slept. Even if she didn’t have the money—she gulped a deep breath—she still needed to get back to West Virginia. Fast.
    Maybe she’d think of a way to get more money on the drive. She could mortgage her diner—ten times over—or just go the easy route and sell a kidney. “You gave it to me. You can’t take it back from me after I rescued you.”
    “I’m grateful for your assistance.” The words came out through Luke’s clenched teeth.
    “I can tell.”
    “I’m not telling you to get out of the car because I’m a jerk,” he said. “I’m trying to save your life. Even in Las Vegas, an Aston Martin Vanquish draws attention.”
    Glory looked in the rearview mirror. Two black SUVs were rapidly approaching them. Her heart pounded. “Hell.” She gestured to the rear window. “No stopping now. We need to get out of here.”
    Luke turned his head, taking in the bad guys.
    A quick punch of the accelerator. “Hold on.”
    Forty-five miles an hour.
    Fifty.
    Fifty-five.
    Too late. A big black SUV had edged up behind them. A hand reached out through one window.
    A hand holding a gun.
    Glory had a funny feeling the next shot wouldn’t be a warning. The next shot would be to the Vanquish’s tires. These guys meant business. She sped down a second alley, then back onto the main street, her attention hyper-focused on keeping the Vanquish on the road. And on breathing. The chase cars were less than half a football field behind her, gaining.
    Bullets flew through the air. Glory swore under her breath. For all the trouble she’d gotten into over the years—both on her own and with her sisters—she’d never been shot at before. It was something new and different.
    Generally speaking, Glory liked new experiences. Not this one. Her blood ran cold at the thought that she might never see home again, never laugh with her sisters, never swim in the fresh waters of Black Lake on a moonlit night.
    That realization ticked her off.
    “See, this just makes me angry,” she snapped. “Who is this Tiffanette? What makes her think she can shoot at us?”
    “You’d prefer to be shot at by someone else?”
    “Damn straight. If someone’s going to shoot at me, they better have grown up within a ten-mile radius of my front door.” Her fingers clenched the steering wheel. “They need to earn the right. Are they behind us?”
    Luke glanced in the rearview mirror. “I don’t see anyone.”
    “Look harder.”
    The man turned slightly in his seat, trying to get a better view, but his broad shoulders didn’t quite fit the car’s narrow cab. “We need to get out of here.”
    Stupid car. Too small, too fast. Too hard to control. She took one turn, then another, racing through the maze of Las Vegas streets. City driving was a skill, learned from long years of experience, and she didn’t have it. Beaux had zero streetlights. The city council had talked about putting one in by the town hall, more for aesthetics than traffic calming, but it had never gotten past the planning stages.
    “Get on the highway,” Luke said in that demanding tone of his. “This car is made for speed.”
    “How?”
    “What?”
    “The highway,” she repeated. “How do I get there?” A green sign whipped by,