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phone he’d assemble the team at Macmillan Security and convince Sara to fill them in on the rest of the details. They’d be able to take it from there.
    “You have seventy-two hours to deliver l’étoile du soir ,” the voice said.
    “And if I need more time?”
    “Don’t.”
    Mason gave a curt nod. Three days. It was a generous amount of time as demands went.
    “And you will receive nothing from me for your efforts but the gift of being allowed to walk away,” the man went on. “But, on the other hand, if you fail to deliver the necklace…”
    Something in the man’s voice made the hairs on Mason’s neck bristle. He’d been in too many highly-charged combat situations not to recognize the subtle warning in his tone.
    Mason acted on instinct, letting go of the phone and rushing forward. He wrapped his arms around Sara’s waist and pulled her down to the hard surface of the sidewalk just as three sharp cracks exploded from across the street. Shards of paint and plaster rained down on their bodies as bullets embedded in the shop wall just a few feet above their heads.
    A second later, the squeal of spinning rubber filled the air. Mason turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the black sedan that had passed by a few minutes ago before it careened around the corner.
    Once they were gone, Mason turned his attention to Sara. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing was ragged, but she appeared unharmed.
    “Don’t worry,” he said, gently brushing a line of dust off her forehead. “They’re gone. You’re all right now.”
    Her caramel-colored eyes narrowed as her shock dissipated. She glared daggers up at him from the cold pavement. “Get off me, you idiot.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    “What the hell were you thinking?” Sara growled the moment Mason rolled off her.
    “A simple thank you would’ve been fine.” In one smooth move he rose to his feet. A half second later, he offered Sara his hand.
    She ignored it and scrambled to her feet, quickly sweeping the debris off her crumpled clothes. She grimaced a little when her hands came away dirty. Damn it. After everything that had happened, she probably looked a hot mess.
    Not that she cared how she looked to Mason, but now that the Evening Star had been stolen, the city was probably crawling with cops and she was suspect number one. If ever there was a time to be inconspicuous, this was it.
    But she would make do, just like she always did. All she needed was twenty seconds and a mirror and she could get herself back together again.
    But before she could fix herself, she needed to deal with the problem right in front of her.
    She drew in a steadying breath and raised her head to look Mason in the eye. He looked every bit as put together as he had that morning at the museum. He didn’t seem to have even a single wrinkle on his suit.
    Of course he didn’t.
    “And what exactly am I supposed to be thanking you for?” she asked with a sneer. “You just ruined everything.”
    His brows shot up, but the corners of his lips quirked just a touch. Somehow the hint of a smile made him both more attractive and more infuriating all at once.
    “Seems your plans were already in flames long before I showed up,” he said. “You need my help. Admit it.”
    “Your help just made me lose track of the necklace.”
    “I saved your life.”
    Sara shook her head as she glanced at the wall behind her. The bullet holes were eight feet off the ground.
    “Unless Malcolm had us confused with a pair of giraffes, those were warning shots.”
    “I just bought your parents three more days.”
    Sara pressed her lips together tight. Even she had to admit that three days was better than twenty minutes. And now that the trail of the thief had gone cold, she was going to need every second.
    Too bad the luxury of time came at one hell of a cost.
    “And bought me a one-way ticket to the gas chamber in the process,” she muttered.
    All humor fled his eyes in an instant. He