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    Morganna turned, blinded by a sudden light flaring in front of her eyes as her ears filled with the screech of tires and the sudden awareness of danger.
    She heard Clint scream her name a second before something, somebody, hooked her around the waist and slammed her through the air. Gunfire echoed around her. It had to be gunfire, blazing across her senses as time slowed, inching by as she felt herself falling, aware of the hard pavement that would meet the end of her journey.
    A thousand thoughts blazed through her mind; uppermost was the fact that it was Clint's arm hooked around her waist, then Clint's hard body bracing hers as they hit the ground and rolled. She could hear his curses in her ear, explicit, enraged, as he took the brunt of the impact before rolling her beneath his body.
    One hand cupped the side of her head as the ping of bullets pelted around them.
    She could hear car alarms shrieking now as shattered glass rained over her. Clint was using his larger body to shield her, holding her in place as she fought to escape the bullets, to get him out of the line of fire.
    "Move it!" He lifted her to her feet and with a surge of motion dragged her between the nearby cars, pressing her into the side of the nearest vehicle as sparks flew from the pavement.
    The sound of gunfire filled the night again as he grabbed her around the waist and forced her into a ducking run to avoid the bullets firing toward them.
    "Son of a bitch!" he cursed as he rushed her deeper into the line of cars and farther from the vehicle now tearing from the parking lot. "Damn it to hell, Morganna, what are you mixed up in?"
    Tires screamed in the distance as the sound of frightened cries echoed from behind them and male curses raged around her. She couldn't tell if it was Merino or Clint. Or maybe both.

Chapter 3
    WHAT THE HELL IS GOING on?" Clint's voice had Morganna flinching at the pure, undiluted rage that filled it as he pushed her into his apartment, slamming the door closed.
    He hadn't waited around at the club for the police to arrive. He had pulled her straight to his truck, unlocked the driver's side door, and stuffed her in before crowding in beside her.
    The drive to his apartment had been quick and short. Morganna had kept her mouth shut, using the time to come up with an explanation. She was in trouble and she knew it. Clint wasn't stupid, and he wasn't a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    man known for his patience.
    "You're asking me?" She still hadn't come up with an explanation as she faced him, opening her eyes wide. She didn't have to force the fear that she was certain shadowed her expression. "Ask the bozo who was shooting at us."
    Clint stalked to her, one hand jerking out to push through her hair and lift it, revealing a damning piece of evidence. The receiver she had worn in her ear earlier.
    Before she could stop herself her hand flew to her ear. Yep, it was hers. The betraying action had his deep blue eyes burning with renewed rage as his teeth bared in a snarl.
    "Oh yes, baby, it's yours." His voice was hoarse with his anger now. "What the hell are you doing with it?"
    Morganna licked her lips nervously. She had never seen Clint so angry. His eyes burned with it, his arrogant, sharp features tight with it. The harshly defined cheekbones stood out clearly as his lips tightened to a harsh line.
    "Get off!" She slapped her hands into his hard chest, desperate to get him away from her now. He loomed over her like an angel of retribution and sent her heart racing with trepidation. And arousal. She hated how aroused she was, hated knowing that despite the past few years, despite her fight to forget him, to get over him, he could still affect her. Even when he was this damned mad.
    Morganna gasped as he threw the receiver with a vicious movement. "What are you doing with it, Morganna? Don't play me for a damned fool here. I almost watched