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Relief loosened his shoulders. After this job, Mac thought he might take a little R&R. It’d been a long time since he’d just kicked back and watched the waves roll in.
    Stretched out, he propped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
    “Are you going to sleep there?” Emily asked.
    “I might take a quick nap.” Knowing there was no way in hell she’d fall for it, Mac patted the other side of the king -sized bed. “Like I said earlier, there’s plenty of room for both of us.” He opened his eyes. “I promise to behave myself, no matter how much you think about sex.”
    Arm s locked, she stood in the middle of the room tapping her right foot. “Stop that. You’re doing your best to make me uncomfortable and it’s just pissing me off. Since I’m your ticket out of Russia, I suggest you find a way to control that mouth of yours.”
    “I’m going to sleep. Do you have a wakeup call in?”
    “Yes, I put one in this morning.”
    “Okay, then...” Mac started to say.
    Suddenly, the door to their room crashed open and two guys rushed in. They were armed and ready to kill.
    Glock in hand, Mac fired twice and took out men before the intruder’s eyes could adjust to the dim light.
    W hen Emily didn’t respond quick enough, Mac jumped off the bed and grabbed her arm. “We have to leave now. It’s going to get real ugly.”
    “What?” she screamed. “This isn’t ugly?”
    “I’ve seen worse.” He released her.
    Obvio usly, she hadn’t. No doubt, nothing like this ever happened in the normal world, especially hers. With her nice orderly life, Mac figured she’d probably never witnessed anything firsthand worse than maybe a car accident.
    “What’s going on?” Emily had her hands to her mouth, her eyes the size of saucers.
    “Nothing. Get the pilot on the phone. We leave now.”  Grabbing what he could, Mac snatched up his bag and threw in an assault rifle that belonged to one of the Russians, then Emily’s briefcase, laptop and purse.
    Shouldering the bag, he jammed his Glock in the back of his waistband and pulled his shirt down to conceal the weapon. He took her cell phone off the dresser, handed it to her and repeated, “Get the pilot on the phone while we move.”
    Mac inched around the corner where the door used to be and checked the well-lit, carpeted hall. Clear.
    Taking Emily by the hand, he led her out behind him. They darted for the stairwell. Security would investigate the sound of gunfire, and Mac didn’t want to be anywhere around when that happened.
    Down two flights of concrete stairs, Mac stopped and leaned Emily against the cinderblock wall in the narrow shaft. He took her chin in his hand. “Listen, we don’t have time for you to go screwy on me. Call the pilot now.”
    “I don’t know...I don’t know.”
    “Emily.” He shook her gently. “Call him and tell him to ready the fucking plane. You’re going to get us both killed.”
    With shaking fingers, Emily punched several numbers before she actually got anyone on the line. “Mr. Malloy,” she gasped. “There is an emergency and we need to leave tonight.”
    Listening for any sounds that they were being chased, Mac hugged the wall and kept an eye on the doorway. Nothing so far.
    “I understand,” Emily said. “You have certain papers to file and all that, but we’ll be at the airfield in an hour. And you’d b etter fucking be ready to leave!”
    She disconnected the call and looked at him for approval then her eyes widened and her hand covered her mouth. “God, I dropped the F bomb.”
    “You did good. Now stay close to me. When we go through the door to the lobby, we need to act as calm as possible.”
    “Mac, I’m scared .”
    “Nothing to it, Em. Stay close. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He looked into her eyes then brushed his lips against hers. “Not ever.”
    The kiss sent a spark of something strange and wonderful through his body, and the shadows in her eyes relayed she’d felt