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chasing them in their car.
    “Fuck!” he yelled, making a quick turn off the main road. If he could keep them in the mountain terrain, cutting through the worn paths in and out of the trees, maybe he could lose them.
    He cut the lights to the Jeep and spoke into the com link. “Being pursued, can’t get back onto main road. I repeat, being pursued.”
    The first shots to hit the Jeep cracked the back windshield, which meant they had to be using a hell of a powerful gun or rifle. The windows to all the Assembly vehicles were lined with one-and-a-half-inch bulletproof acrylic. It didn’t break completely but there was an indentation with spidery cracks instantly breaking away from it and the force rocked the vehicle as they sped over rocky terrain.
    “To hell with this!” Nivea yelled.
    “No!” Eli yelled right at her, but to no avail.
    She’d already drawn her weapon and lowered her window. In the next second she was hanging out of it, aiming and pulling the trigger, bullets firing in rapid succession.
    “Get your ass back in here, guard! Cease your fire! That’s a direct order!” he yelled.
    Nivea kept right on firing while Eli continued to swerve from hitting trees, fallen branches, and all other woodland paraphernalia that he wished like hell weren’t in his way at this very moment. There was another direct hit to the back window and the Jeep faltered once more. Eli knew if they sustained another assault like that the window would completely shatter and they’d be vulnerable. Either something had to stop them from shooting or he had to find somewhere to hide. The odds of either one were slim.
    Except Cannon continued shooting, and as much as he hated to admit it, whatever she aimed at, she hit. They were going downhill now at an extremely fast rate of speed. He pressed gently on the brake and yelled to her once more. “Either kill them or get your ass back in this truck, Cannon!”
    She didn’t acknowledge him in any way, just kept shooting until there was a loud noise and an explosion of light behind them. Eli swerved at the sight of the burning car twenty feet from them, his heart hammering in his chest. He turned the wheel so hard this time the entire vehicle jerked and jollied down the mountain. The vehicle was swerving now, going whichever way it wanted as Eli had lost full control. Because he had no headlights on, he saw nothing through the front windshield but darkness and heard nothing from behind but the remnants of the burning car falling to the ground, the flames cracking against the night air.
    He reached across the seat, grabbing Cannon by her waist and pulling her back inside. Of course she couldn’t come quietly, or limply, for that matter. She kicked and screamed and yelled and he ignored every second of it, opening the driver’s side door and rolling out with her wrapped tightly in his arms, only seconds before the Jeep crashed into a tree, creating another loud noise and burst of fiery light on the mountaintop.
    *   *   *
    She was beneath him again.
    For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, Nivea Cannon’s strong, athletic body with all its barely there curves that enticed him more than he wanted to admit, was flush against his harder, tougher body, wreaking holy hell all over the place.
    The tall licking flames coming from two downed vehicles had already invaded the mountaintop range. Eli moved, spreading his legs wider, grabbing the back of her neck and tucking it tightly into his chest. The heat surrounding them was palpable, sweat rolled down the back of his neck and spine prompting him to hold onto her even tighter. There was a crash and he figured tree limbs were burning and breaking, falling to the ground where, if unattended, this accident might actually turn into a catastrophe. But he couldn’t think about a forest fire right now, couldn’t think along the lines of being trapped between the flames and the night elements—which were quickly turning chilly. His