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wished he knew more about what went wrong that day. The lack of details was a constant thorn in his side.
    They drove through the late afternoon with minimal conversation, each lost in thought. Much to his annoyance, Kyle grew increasingly aware of his sexy, enigmatic companion. He became attuned to every subtle move she made; his nerves jangling when any part of her shifted closer to him.
    They passed a car with a kid mushing his face against the window, and Rianna chuckled softly. The sound punched him in the gut, making him feel things that weren't safe to feel.
    Despite his fundamental longing for a woman, he knew better than to get physically or emotionally tangled with this one. She was trouble with a capital T. She represented everything he knew he should avoid—federal bureaucracy, undercover activities and Gregory Haroldson's criminal dealings.
    And she was another man's lover. The circumstances were strange, to be sure, but that still made her off-limits. He tried not to focus on her quiet, undemanding presence or wonder what she was thinking and feeling.
    To keep his thoughts off his hormones and his companion, Kyle replayed the events of the day over and over in his mind.
    He wondered if Hoskins was as dirty as Blaine . They'd seemed surprised to see him at the safe house, so Sullivan must have kept his involvement a secret.
    How much of the agency's security had been compromised? Blaine had been an agent for years. How much money did it take to buy a man's soul? How much to make him betray his comrades or sign death warrants for co-workers?
    How widespread was the corruption? He wanted a few words with Sullivan, but didn't want to make contact through the agency. He'd wait and call his home number later. It was long past the time for some answers.
    Frustrated with his own thoughts, Kyle's attention turned to Rianna. She lifted a hand to rub the back of her neck, the first small indication of weariness. She had to be exhausted, yet she hadn't uttered a word of complaint.
    In profile, she looked deceptively young and innocent. Her lashes had a pretty, feminine sweep of curl. The soft curve of her cheek made her look almost delicate when you couldn't see the stubborn set of her chin or the iron determination in her eyes.
    She was a paradox, to be sure, one that challenged him more than any woman had done for several years now. Off-limits, he reminded himself sternly, turning his gaze back to the road.

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    Chapter 3
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    T hey reached Hendersonville just as the sun was setting. Rianna gave him directions to a small, private storage unit. Once there, she produced a key to unlock one of the garage stalls. He lifted the overhead door and triggered an automatic light switch. They did a quick check of the space, and then she climbed into a small car and started the engine. Kyle stepped aside while she backed out of the narrow space.
    Now it was decision time. He could either send her on her way alone or break his self-made promise not to get more deeply involved. Even as he cursed his own streak of chivalry, he knew there really wasn't any choice. Call him a chauvinist and a fool, but he couldn't desert her while she was being hunted by the likes of Haroldson. Despite his disapproval of her methods, she was trying to bring the other man to justice.
    As soon as she'd cleared the building, he hopped into the truck and drove it into the storage unit. After grabbing their bags, he pulled the door back down and secured it. He'd planned to drive the rental back to
Texas
, but he'd have to take care of it later. Now it could be recognized.
    When Rianna approached to relock the storage unit, their gazes tangled and awareness crackled between them. Her expression softened with gratitude. The slight chink in her tough-guy armor stabbed him with unreasonable pleasure, but he stiffened himself against the emotion.
    "I promised Sullivan I'd stick with you until you were safe," he said, making light of his decision.
    She