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the gate when a gunshot rang out from somewhere. Men scattered, giving Flint the chance he needed to slip out.
    His heart raced, wondering if the shot he heard involved Dray.
    He ran through the wooded encampment to the clearing where he’d left his car.
    “Over here,” a deep, male voice echoed in the distance.
    Flint’s heart jumped to his throat. Did they have Adriana? Why the hell had he talked her into this? He’d put her life in danger—again. If anything happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.
    As he hit the clearing, he saw Adriana’s Porsche parked next to his, but she was nowhere in sight.
    “Shit,” Flint cursed.
    “Later. After we get the hell out of here,” Adriana bellowed from behind him, running for her car.
    Flint grinned as he jumped into his Cobra and waited for her to back up, then turned his car around, almost running over a man holding a rifle.
    Petal to the floor, Flint dodged him as he sped down the dirt road, thankful Adriana was safely in front of him.
    A bullet hit his side mirror, shattering the glass. He punched the pedal again and headed for the main road, hoping no one was in pursuit.
    His cell phone rang. He picked it up and pushed the receive button. “Talk to me.”
    “You horse’s ass. Next time you try to talk me into something so stupid, I’m going to shoot you myself,” Adriana spat. Then the phone hummed.
    “Yeah, I love you, too,” Flint said to dead airspace.

Chapter Six

    Adriana soaked in a tub of fragrant bubbles, mulling over the evenings events. She sighed and eased herself deeper into the lavender scented water.
    Ah…this is better than sex . The notion made her chuckle. Well, maybe not.
    Nothing even came close to the satisfaction making love to Flint brought her. He definitely knew his way around her body. Every moment spent in his bed had been worth it—hell, every day she’d been in his company had been heavenly. Tonight was no exception, even though she could have been killed. At least she’d been with the one man who made her feel alive. She hated to admit it, but Flint was the only man who could stir her endorphins as danger had. She’d lie before telling him that, though. He would laugh at her. He’d accuse her of being a typical woman, and that was the last thing she wanted him to think. She wasn’t a typical anything. Tough as nails was how she was known at DNS. But she had another side, a vulnerable one she never allowed anyone to see. Not even Flint in the year and a half they’d lived together.
    She laid back against the tub, her hair clipped on top her head and allowed her mind to drift, almost falling asleep until she heard a thump from somewhere in her apartment.
    She jumped up and reached for a towel. Thick, white bubbles slid down her wet body as she wrapped the bath towel around her and secured it at the top.
    Still dripping, she crept into her bedroom. She listened intently for the sound again. It came seconds later when something banged against the other side of her bedroom wall.
    Tiptoeing to her nightstand, she picked up her Glock, her heart pounding in her ears.
    She turned and made her way to the door. It was cracked a few inches, but the darkened room beyond made it impossible to see anything.
    She flipped off the bedroom light, then eased the door open. Maybe she’d catch a glimpse of the intruder. She held her gun cocked and steady, ready to fire.
    Like a cat, she pounced into the living room, her eyes darting frantically around the dimly lit area.
    From behind, a hand clasped over her mouth, the other came down hard on her hands and knocked the gun to the floor. The towel that had been wrapped around her fell like freshly fallen snow about her feet. A steely arm snaked around her waist and drew her up hard against a solid, obviously male form.
    Adriana struggled against his strength with little success. His iron grip had her pinned. Hot, sweet breath exhaled next to her ear, sending a prickle of apprehension down her