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face at peace.
    I wanted nothing more than to ravage her after we left the club, but it was a mistake before, and it will be again. I can’t allow myself to act on my desire for her, or anyone for that matter. I need to keep my mind and focus on finding and destroying Stravinsky. It’s been my code for as long as I can remember to never let a woman come between me and my work. Sex fucks everything up, and a woman’s natural instinct to become emotionally attached to her mate, will only deter me from reaching my goals.
    Josslyn, although she presumes she is hard as stone on the inside, can’t fight against what nature has in store for her. She is attracted to me, and in the end, that attraction will win. If I allow it. We don’t even know what we will find at the end of the fucked-up rainbow. And if we manage to survive, I will disappear.
    I wasn’t myself last night when Josslyn and I went out. I succumbed to her pleading eyes and swaying body. I wanted to forget the plan and just run away with her. For the three minutes I indulged in the dream of being a normal person, it was bliss. Then, when the lights brightened and the music changed, I knew it was time to forget the fantasy I have never wanted until she infected me with it. Josslyn and I will never be a pair.
    The alarm thuds inside my gut again, and I know I cannot ignore it. Instinct is telling me we need to get the fuck out of here. I know it’s truly improbable, but someone may have spotted me  in the thieves ’ den last night. God knows I was distracted.
    I pop out of bed and yank on my clothes. As always, my possessions are ready to go in a moment of urgency. Last night before I crashed, I went down to the valet booth to retrieve my keys and put my garment bag and money-filled suitcase in the trunk of the car, but my briefcase is always with me. I should have kept my keys instead of handing them back to valet, another fucking mistake on my part. I’m seriously starting to question my skills as of late. My mind is too distracted with protecting Josslyn and finding Stravinsky. I feel like I’m starting to slip.
    I snap my head back to the present and focus on what needs to be done. Shutting the lid of my briefcase, I look around the room to see a sea of clothes. Unlike Josslyn, if I need to fight my way out of a place, I can manage with my briefcase, but not all my stuff. However, Josslyn’s shit is everywhere, and I’m not sure if she can handle it all.
    I walk to the side table after securing my gun inside my suit jacket and switch the light on. Josslyn doesn’t budge, yet she makes this faint moaning noise. The sound stirs me awake , but I swallow it down and lean over the bed, shaking her shoulder firmly. Her eyes pop open as she tenses from the sudden movement.
    “What? What’s wrong?” She sits up and wipes under her eyes.
    “We need to go,” I quietly assert as I start picking up her clothes and stuffing them into her gym bag.
    She doesn’t argue, just starts yanking on a pair of jeans. She pulls her arms out of her shirt and puts her bra on with a quick yet private movement. I’m fascinated for a moment, but the alarm in my stomach is telling me to hurry the fuck up. She then puts shoes on her feet and starts walking around the room, making sure she has everything.
    “We need to move,” I demand a little more urgently.
    “What is going on?” Josslyn pulls the strap of her overly stuffed gym bag over her head and slings it across her body. “I thought we didn’t need to leave until six.”
    “That was the original plan, but it’s since changed. Now let’s go.”
    Josslyn rolls her eyes and follows me toward the exit.
    I hold my briefcase tightly in my left hand, and my right is ready to draw my pistol at any moment. The intensity in my gut thuds wildly as I open the door to our suite. The wood is weighted and the hinges creak the farther I open it. I confirm the coast is clear and then ease out of the safety of our room.
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