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for the two-way radio on the side table, closed her hand around it, and then darted for the balcony window. The sliding door was open. Landon jerked to his feet and reached for her, not knowing what the hell was out there or what she had planned. His fingers hooked in the strap of her dress. Fabric tore. The tattoo he’d seen earlier flashed—a circle cut by a compass and two diagonal blades—and then she flew from his hands.
    Holy shit, she’d jumped. Landon rushed out onto the balcony and watched in shock as her arms and legs flailed in the air. She hit the shimmering green-blue water of the pool on the roof four stories below with a splash. Her head popped back up. Flicking the water out of her eyes, she turned and looked up at him. A victorious smile spread across her lips. Then she swam toward the edge, hauled herself out of the water, and took off at a run, disappearing into the building far below.
    “Things aren’t always what they seem . . .”
    “Don’t worry about your little friend. I’m sure she’s fine. Or will be.”
    Every muscle in his body tensed. She was a decoy. For what and why he didn’t know. All he knew was that he had to get to Olivia.
    Before it was too late.

 
    O livia’s whole body was shaking by the time she made it to the street.
    She turned right out of the hotel, not knowing where she was heading, just needing to put space between her and the building. Lights shone down from above on the wide Barcelona street, and tall, old-world architecture rose to the dark sky. At this hour, close to ten p.m., there weren’t that many people out. A smattering of cars whizzed by, and dim storefront windows blurred as she moved.
    She’d been so totally stupid to just show up like that, unannounced. So completely pathetic to build up this stupid romance in her head these last few months. And for what reason? Because he’d saved her life? She had a seriously messed up case of hero worship. Or was it Stockholm syndrome? She wasn’t sure. But one thing was clear. As if making up fantasies in her head wasn’t bad enough, she’d made it a hundred times worse by kissing him.
    Mortification burned hot in her gut as she passed an alley between the hotel and another building. He must think her the biggest fool on the planet. He and that woman were probably getting quite a laugh about it all right this minute.
    “Olivia!”
    She turned before she could stop herself. Landon stood on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, scanning the area.
    No. No, no, no. Her heart rate shot up, and her skin grew cold and clammy. She didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Her stomach jumped into her throat, and she whipped back around, walking faster to get away.
    “Olivia, wait!”
    She was almost to the corner. The light was red. If she hustled, she could get across before traffic picked up, and then he’d be trapped on this side.
    Her pace quickened. She stepped off the sidewalk. A van screeched to a halt right in front of her, and the side door flew open.
    Olivia gasped and jerked back. Two masked men, dressed all in black, jumped out of the van. Behind her, Landon screamed, “Olivia!”
    Things happened so fast, she didn’t have time to react. One man slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. The other grabbed her feet, jerking her body away from the sidewalk. She struggled and tried to wiggle away, but they held her too tightly. Panic spread through every inch of her body, and her muffled screams rang in her ears.
    Some kind of commotion echoed behind her. She recognized the sound of fist hitting bone, of grunts and a fight. And she knew Landon’s voice. Telling them to let her go. That he’d cooperate. That they wanted him, not her. But she couldn’t focus enough to figure out what was going on.
    They pulled her into the van. She kicked out and nailed the guy holding her feet in the ribs. He grunted, then released her leg with one hand