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must have seen something you shouldn’t have, sweetheart. Something that made him put out a hit on you—”
    “Stop it.”
    He slanted her a fast glance. “There’s no denying the hit. What I don’t get is why he wanted you to suffer. Why not just kill you fast?”
    She grabbed his arm. Felt the muscles stiffen beneath her touch. “I meant, stop calling me sweetheart.”   She didn’t like it when he used that endearment. It made her stomach clench and her heart race and it was just…just ridiculous. “You don’t mean it, so don’t say it, okay? I kind of have this rule—it’s a no bullshit rule. Don’t ever tell me something you don’t mean, got it?”
    “I got it.”
    “And Wesley...” She exhaled on a long sigh as she released his arm. “It just didn’t work between us. There wasn’t any chemistry.”
    He made an odd sound, kind of like he was choking.
    She glanced out at the Everglades. “When he kissed me, I wanted fireworks.  I didn’t get them.”  And she’d told herself she wouldn’t settle for anything less. Why couldn’t she have wild, hot passion?  Wesley had been a gentlemen, yes, one who’d seemed to have ice water in his veins.
    “No…um, chemistry?” Saxon repeated. “So when you screwed him, it just left you—”
    Her gaze shot right back to him. Narrowed. “I didn’t.”
    “He didn’t get you off?”  Now he sounded distinctly annoyed. “I would,” he promised. “I’d make sure you screamed for me.”
    Her heart was galloping in her chest. “What I meant was that we-we didn’t have sex. It didn’t get that far.”
    Once more, his head turned quickly and his gaze met hers. His dark stare held hers with a hard intensity that made it a little difficult for her to draw in a breath.
    “We didn’t,” she said again.
    His focus shifted back to the road.
    She hesitated a moment and then said, “So, you see, there’s no way Wesley could want me dead. We just went out a few times. It’s not like he’s some big spurned lover.” She didn’t have any of those. Sure, she’d had lovers, but none of them had been declaring love for her, and she hadn’t been falling for them.  Sometimes, Elizabeth felt as if she were always looking for the right guy, the one who would kiss her and— bam, everything would change for her.   “There are no big spurned lovers. No guy who just couldn’t bear to give me up.”
    “You’re not seeing the right men,” he muttered.
    Had she just heard him right?
    “A woman like you…giving up someone like you would never be easy.”
    A strange warmth spread through her.  Saxon had just given her a compliment.  “I-I’m sure the ladies have a hard time letting you go.”
    “They don’t know who I really am. Sometimes, I’m not even sure I know.”  Then he spun them around in the middle of the road.  She gave a little scream and her hands flew out to touch the dashboard.
    Then the vehicle braked to a stop. Right there. In the middle of the road. “Saxon!” Now she was yelling at him, not screaming—a huge difference. “Are you insane?”
    “I don’t trust many people.”
    The seatbelt cut into her shoulder.    
    “The FBI is supposed to be clearing Wesley Locke.”
    “Um, you’re FBI.”
    “But the last time I waited for the FBI, we had guests at our room—guests who came with guns blazing.” He started driving again. “I’m not waiting now. If Locke put this hit on you, then that shit is getting canceled, right now.”
    He was driving fast. Way too fast. “Wh-where are we going?”
    “You know where Wesley Locke lives, right?”
    “Yes…”        
    “Then it’s time to turn the tables.  It’s time for him to get a little late-night visit.”
    That sounded like a terrible idea to her. “Maybe you should drop me off somewhere. You know, my apartment, a police station—”
    “You stay with me, and I’ll keep you alive.”
    A grim vow. One that she believed. 
    “But you go with someone