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hers and was directing it all at me. I was allowed to keep my hand on her thigh so no one would feel the Walther strapped under her skirt. Any other touching earned me a light slap and a smile. Bitch.
    She was allowed to touch all she wanted. My H&K was shoved into the waistband of my jeans, right into the curve of my hip. Reese kindly rested her palm against the gun, pushing it ever so slightly into my flesh. The pressure was driving me crazy. Yeah, it hurt. And yeah, it was turning me on like nothing else. Her other hand roamed freely from behind my neck, where she was pulling my hair just enough to make my spine shiver, down my chest, toying with my nipple briefly, to my stomach, then around to cup my ass and pull me into her harder. Fucking tease. All for appearances.
    I was so done with this shit. I slid my hand higher on her thigh and pulled her closer so my leg was pressed into her crotch. Reese gasped.
    “Back off,” she growled into my ear. That just made me wetter.
    “Uh-uh. Feels too good,” I murmured. Then I licked her neck from collarbone to ear.
    “I’m going to shoot you if you don’t stop.” She made it sound all sweet and teasing. Her eyes gave her away though. She was considering shooting me. Awesome.
    My hand moved of its own volition back down her thigh to cover the gun. Cover it and keep her from taking it out. Not that she’d actually shoot me. Hopefully.
    “Fine. I’ll stop if you stop.”
    “I’m just dancing.” Innocently, she rolled her hips.
    Now I was going to shoot myself. Or come.
    “Stop it,” I commanded with what was left of my breath and pride.
    “What?” She gazed at me with pure disdain.
    “Either let me touch you or stop fucking with me.”
    “Get over yourself.” A red strobe passed over her face and I caught a flash of steel from her eyes. “We have to act like a couple.”
    I stopped dancing.
    “Act?”
    “Come on, you know what I mean,” she said all flippant. Fuck that.
    “No, I don’t.” It seemed like a poor choice to let her know how hurt I was so I opted for anger. I was feeling plenty of that. “Explain.”
    “This isn’t the time to talk.” It was never the time to talk. “If we want to get Ryan out, we have to act normal.” Desperation leaked into her tone. “So please keep dancing.”
    That got me. Ryan was all I had left. I’d thought the twins were all I had left, but apparently, I was only going to get half. I’d take what I could and contemplate the emptiness in my chest later. I started dancing again.
    “Thank you,” Reese said. At least she kept her hands to herself. Sort of. Those slender fingers were still practically fucking me with my own gun. That, coupled with the look of disdain on her face, had me on edge. Why did her anger turn me on so much?
    “It’s getting late anyway,” I told her when I was in serious danger of coming. “I should go.”
    “Yeah, okay.” She didn’t even stop dancing when I moved away from her on shaking legs.
    I went down the dark hallway leading to the bathrooms. When I glanced back, she was still dancing alone with her eyes closed. I swore there were tears clinging to her long eyelashes, but I knew it was too dark for me to see something like that.
    I waited until the corridor was empty then continued out the back door. Next to the Dumpster, a piece of shit motorcycle was waiting for me. Just where it was supposed to be. It didn’t take long to drive to the outskirts of town, though it really didn’t help with the whole about to come thing. It was late, nearly midnight, so I wasn’t expecting company. I only saw one car. On the side of the road, I stopped the bike and stashed it so I could walk the rest of the way to the entrance.
    When I started to punch in the code at the gate, movement to my right made me stop. Stop moving, stop breathing, stop everything.
    “ Hola . Can I help you?” His English was accented heavily.
    I started breathing again. It was the security guard.
    “No, I was