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shoved her key into the door lock.
    “Hey, look lady, I don’ mean no trouble.” He ran around the bright turquoise hood as she jerked the door open.
    Faith climbed into the car and tried to shut the door, but the kid grabbed it.
    A stealthy form clouded the window, and the kid miraculously released his grip. Faith slammed the door as her would-be assailant suddenly hovered a foot above ground.
    “She's with me,” the deep voice said with none of its usual smoothness.
    Through the window, she could see a long-fingered brown hand wrapped in the kid's shirt, holding him clear of the ground. Faith hastily climbed over the stick shift and hit the driver's seat with key in hand. She just wanted out of here.
    A silvered flash in the passenger window halted her before she could turn the key. The kid had a
knife
.
    Before she could open her mouth to scream or even think of doing anything heroic, the silver weapon arced harmlessly down the street.
    The kid howled in pain as long fingers bent his thin wrist backward.
    Faith could only watch as the young tough hit the street running, holding his wrist protectively against his chest. She didn't see much point in arguing as the passenger door opened and Adrian folded himself into the seat beside her.
    “I'd rather not wait for the police to investigate the altercation,” he said politely.
    And they would. The station was just down the block and the army of eyes and ears around her would have passed the word by now. All she had to do was refuse to turn the car on and she could be rid of him without a fight. They'd revoke his parole and lock him up for another year or two.
    Or she could pull away from the curb and drive peacefully away. Wondering if she needed her head examined, Faith switched on the ignition with shaking hand. She could feel the lethal violence emanating from Raphael's tense fists, but he'd used them to help her. In her book, one good turn deserved another. If he really wanted to physically harm her, he'd had plenty of opportunity already.
    He breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the car rumbled fromthe curb and picked up momentum as a pair of patrolmen turned the corner.
    “I don't know what you want with me.” Faith guided the car toward the main thoroughfare out of town. “I left Tony before your trial. I can promise you he didn't give me any papers to hide, and I never saw the money, never suspected it existed until Headley explained those papers to me.”
    Adrian gave the cracked plastic dash of the shabby VW a wry look. “Keep it up. You just might convince me. Where did you find this thing? Mexico?”
    “Actually, yes. My parents live down there. It's not as old as it looks.” Stiffly, she stared at the road ahead. The man beside her filled the small car until she couldn't breathe. She opened the window, but the breeze didn't diminish his overpowering presence. He wasn't wearing aftershave or any scent beyond whatever male pheromones drew her like a moth to a flame. Why had she never noticed him when he was working with Tony?
    Because she'd never seen anyone but Tony. Blind, stupid—
    “Why did you run back there?” he asked with open curiosity.
    “Because thugs with knives scare me?”
    Long brown fingers gestured impatiently. “Not then. You
should
have run then. Back at the shelter. You could have had me routed but you crumpled.”
    Her hands tightened on the wheel. “Where am I taking you?”
    “Wherever you're going. We need to talk.”
    She didn't want to talk. She didn't trust him and he was ruining her beautiful, carefree day. Stubbornly, she sat silent as she steered onto the wide open road toward the mountains.
    He tolerated the silence for a while, admiring the scenery but not relaxing, if his crossed arms were any indication. When they were sufficiently far out of town, he prodded her again. “This is the perfect opportunity to clear the air.”
    “I don't think we have anything to clear. That part of my life is over, done, kaput,