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her head, “but I’ll give you my— I’ll offer you my…”
    When her voice trailed away, Santiago lifted a brow. “You’ll offer me your what, Russia?”
    She saw the ascent of his sable brow. The varmint knew damn well what she was offering him, yet he was going to make her say it!
    And why couldn’t she say it? she wondered suddenly. What on earth was the matter with her? Ever since she’d first laid eyes on Santiago Zamora, she’d felt like an inexperienced maiden.
    The thought irritated her. To hell with all those mysterious feelings he made her feel. She wasn’t an inexperienced maiden, and she’d prove it to him! Adopting her most sultry expression, one she had practiced for hours in front of a mirror, she looked directly into his eyes, her fingers lightly caressing the swell of one breast.
    “My body, Zamora,” she answered silkily, smoothing her tongue across her lip. “I’ll be completely yours till you find Wirt. Night after night, I’ll lie in your arms, lettin’ you do whatever you want to me.” To add to her sensual offer, she slid her leg out the slit in her skirt.
    Santiago had no intention of tracking down the character called Wirt Avery. Nor did he care for the thought of Russia lying in his arms night after night. The girl was dangerous. As clumsy as she was, he’d be safer sleeping with a stick of lit dynamite.
    Still, he mused, his eyes drawn to the curves of her long leg, he wanted her at least once. Maybe twice. He decided to lead her on. “If you prove your…uh, talents to be exceptional, I’ll consider your offer. Until then, you’re on your own with Avery.”
    At his proposition, heat engulfed her again. She began to fan herself with her hand. “Rotten rubies and religious roaches, it’s hot in here. Can we open the window, please?”
    “I want you hot, Russia.”
    His declaration nearly rendered her senseless with that unfamiliar yearning he’d already evoked several times. Struggling to ignore it, she walked toward the bed, all the while wondering if she had it in her to satisfy him. She reminded herself that she knew all the tricks to please a man, but her heart told her that Santiago wasn’t a man who would simply lie back and let her perform. He would master their lovemaking. She felt her self-confidence fade.
    Fighting back nervousness, she failed to see the small chair near the bed. She caught her foot on it, then watched as it toppled onto the bedside table. The table wobbled precariously, sending Santiago’s guns and knife to the floor. Stunned over what she’d done, she stared at the weapons helplessly, sure he would now use one of them on her.
    He cursed again, then got out of bed to pick them up. Realizing she should help him, Russia bent at the same moment and accidentally bumped heads with him.
    Santiago let out a yelp and fell sideways. His shoulder met the wall with such force, a heavy painting dropped off and landed right on top of his bare foot. In pain, he slid to the floor. “Santa Maria, alejate de mi!”
    His Spanish confused her. “What?”
    “Alejate de mi!”
    His look of fury made her just as angry as he was. Quickly, she snatched up both his guns. They were heavy and wavered in her hands, but she managed to point them at him. “If what you jist said to me weren’t somethin’ real bad, I might fergive you. But if it was some sorta threat, I’ll shoot your fool head off. Now, what did that Spanish tongue o’ yours say? Be honest, Zamora.”
    He stared at her, completely unable to believe what he was seeing or hearing. “You’re pointing two guns at me.”
    She glanced at the weapons she held. “Well, slap me nekkid and hide my clothes, is that what I’m doin’?”
    Santa Maria , he thought, she was the bravest person he’d ever met! That, or she was totally insane!
    “Did you threaten me, Zamora? Jist who do you think you are, anyway? I ain’t no criminal, and I—”
    “I didn’t threaten you! I told you to get the hell away