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everything.”
    â€œI asked this before and I’m going to ask it again. Are you involved in something illegal?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDrugs?”
    â€œThat would be illegal.”
    â€œIs someone forcing you to do something you don’t want to? Are they coming?”
    â€œIt’s not like that.”
    Dylan scooped his cell off the floor next to her. “Obviously, there’s something else at work here. I don’t like this one bit.”
    With him on her side, she might have a chance of fighting back. Grabbing money from her account and disappearing had been a knee-jerk reaction. She could see how that might make her look guilty of a crime.
    â€œYou need to get away from me before anyone sees you.” Samantha hated the panic in her voice—the panic that had been beating in her chest like a drum since this ordeal had begun. The person claiming to be Kramer had been clear. Involve anyone else and he’d hurt them and everyone they loved.
    â€œDo you trust me?”
    She looked into his sharp green eyes. God help her, but she did. Of course, there weren’t a lot of options at the moment. “Yes.”
    â€œThen, let’s get out of here.” He tucked his cell in his duffel.
    â€œHow do you plan to do that?” she asked.
    The crack of a bullet split the air.

Chapter Three
    Before Samantha had time to argue, Dylan had her on the floor. He needed to find cover in order to put mass between the two of them and the shotgun blasts firing toward them. He urged Samantha forward, crawling on hands and knees toward the kitchen. The feel of a body like hers underneath him, especially the way hers fit his, gave him a thrill of sexual excitement, but right now he didn’t need his body reacting inappropriately. Nor did he need the distraction.
    The three-foot crawl space between the fridge and the wall in the kitchen would offer some shield. Guiding her there, he followed. “Do everything I say.”
    Her cobalt-blue eyes were wide when she nodded.
    Time to move.
    Dylan shouldered his duffel and entwined Samantha’s fingers in his, ignoring the pulse of electricity vibrating up his arm. His vehicle was parked two streets over. If they could make it out of the back of the house, circle around and cut across the street, they had a chance to break free.
    He carefully zigzagged through the bushes along the path, hoping like hell they didn’t run into whoever was shooting at them. With any luck, the shooter would be inside the house by now.
    The glint of metal shone between houses directly across the street. That was what he got for wishing.
    Dylan squinted against the bright sun, tucked Samantha behind him and ran like hell, darting side to side as he crossed the street.
    Halfway across, a bullet struck the center of his chest, knocking the wind out of him. The impact, equivalent to being hit with a rubber mallet, knocked him back. He stumbled a few steps before falling on his backside and then scrambling behind a car so he could catch his breath. The Kevlar he wore kept the slug from piercing his chest.
    Samantha’s scream made the hair on his neck stand up. She obviously thought he’d been shot. And he had been. But it was okay.
    She dropped down next to him.
    There was no time to explain, so he gripped her hand tighter. Dylan dragged in a few breaths, and then pushed on, hoping the shooter hadn’t readjusted, ready to fire another round.
    Dylan guided them in between the buildings.
    Forging ahead, he cleared another block and palmed his keys. His vehicle was in sight when he disarmed the alarm and unlocked the doors remotely.
    If he could get the pair of them out of there, they had a chance at escape.
    Dylan let go of Samantha’s hand in time for her to dash around to the passenger side and get in. She sat there, stunned.
    Out in the open like this, they were extremely vulnerable to attack.
    Key ready, Dylan fired up the engine and peeled out