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right into his chest. “Good evening. May I be of assistance?” he asked with a smile, completely out of place compared to the woman’s terror-filled face. Instead of answering, the woman screamed and stomped her foot on his. “Umph! Look, lady, I’m a good guy. Now get behind me.” Cy shoved her behind him and charged the man coming down the ladder.
    Reaching up, he grabbed hold of the man’s legs and yanked hard. The man’s chin slammed into the metal step and snapped back. Cy saw a circular tattoo on the underside of his wrist as he fell back with blood trickling from his mouth. The impact of his body hitting the ground was enough to knock him out.
    “This doesn’t concern you. Walk away before you die for this girl,” the man with the shaved head said with a slight Russian accent from the top of the ladder. He knew Cy held the advantage and didn’t go any farther down.
    “Or what, you’ll come down here and kill me? Then come on, baldy.” Cy put his hands on his hips and stared up at the man.
    “I won’t have to come down there.” The man pushed back his coat, exposing a gun.
    “Well, shit.” Cy leaped back, grabbed the trembling woman by her arm, and shoved her down the street. A bullet hit the brick building just in front of them and Cy shoved her into a narrow alley between two apartment buildings. “Who are you, lady?”
    “Gemma. Gemma Perry. Who are you? Er . . . and thank you for saving me. That doesn’t seem like enough of a thank-you, though. You did save my life. What do I say to that?” Gemma rambled nervously between gasps of air as they zigzagged between buildings.
    Cy couldn’t help but grin as he slowed to a stop, hiding behind a dumpster.  “A thank-you is good enough. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t help a woman in distress? I’d never be allowed back home if my ma found out.” Cy held out his hand. “I’m Cy Davidson. It’s nice to meet you, even under the circumstances.”
    Gemma shook his hand, staring in bewilderment as their hands intertwined. His wasn’t even shaking. Hers on the other hand were a sweaty, trembling mess. “You’re not even shaking.” She looked up into his hazel eyes. Green flecks, the same shade as hers, were woven in between bits of gold.  From what she could tell by his short hair, it was a dark blond with a bit of auburn in it. His shoulders seemed to go on for miles and the way he looked in a t-shirt and jeans was ridiculous.
    “I’m a stuntman. Or I was. Today was my last day. I’m retired. I kinda live for the adrenaline rush. Getting shot at wasn’t anything compared to leaping a building like I did a couple of hours ago. What about you, Gemma?”
    “Ugh. It figures you’re Hollywood. At least your teeth aren’t capped.” Cy chuckled at this spitfire in front of him. She came up to his chin and he had the strongest desire to wrap his arms around her and protect her. He didn’t know why, because in all honesty, she was a mess. Her shirt was partially untucked from her jeans. Her shiny brunette hair stuck out in every direction and she smelled quite bad. But beneath that were full breasts, a narrow waist, and curvy hips that caused images of her naked and on top of him to fly through his mind.
    “And what do you do, Gemma? Is your job why these guys were chasing you?” Cy asked.
    “I’m an investigative reporter for Inside Peek magazine. Sadly, this is the second time tonight I've hidden behind a dumpster.” Gemma took a breath and tried to keep herself together. “And those men were after me because of my sister. They murdered her earlier this evening and I have something they want,” she said with a death grip on her shoulder bag.
    “I am so sorry, honey. I can’t imagine losing one of my brothers or my sister.” Gemma held her breath as the huge man with the slight southern accent enveloped her in a hug. Fred chose that moment to stick his head out and make himself known with a whine. “Oh, please tell