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wasn’t V8 though, but it was what she reached for, and she drank until it was half gone. She put it back and closed the fridge door just as a noise in her outer elevator hallway caught her attention.
    She possessed better than human hearing, and that exceptional sense brought her the sound of fingers on the metal code pad. What? How? Who? No one knew her code. She had just changed it that morning.
    Shawna pulled her Glock out of the hall table’s drawer, undid the safety, and stealthily moved towards the steel door. She planted herself against the stucco wall, and with two hands on her gun she waited.
    He stepped into her loft but immediately turned to face her—and the gun she had pointed at his head. “ You! ” She sucked in air as the word tumbled from her lips.
    He didn’t look concerned as he regarded her and noted that her finger was on the trigger of the Glock, though his chin moved up slightly.
    “Aye, me.” His voice was quiet, and his Scottish accent took his words and made them tantalizingly effective.
    For a moment Shawna was thrown off balance. Who was this big, beautiful, and obviously dangerous man? More importantly, what the hell did he want with her?
    “Sit,” she commanded. “I want some answers.”
    He put up his hands and backed away from her, found a nearby red leather winged chair, and sat as he was told. There was a strange smile playing around his lips, and Shawna frowned, irritated by his devil-may-care attitude.
    “What the hell do you think you are doing breaking into my apartment, and how the hell did you know my code?”
    “I needed to talk to you. You were busy earlier. I thought you might have the time now.” He shrugged, “As to your code…I have my ways.”
    His alluring accent seeped through her consciousness, and her silver eyes blinked slowly as she looked him over. What did he mean, he had his ways?
    “I want answers.” She shook her gun at him for emphasis.
    He laughed, and she frowned. He shrugged again. “Then go ahead and ask me, lass. We’ll see if I have the answers you are looking for.”
    Oh that accent was killer-smooth, and coming out of his luscious lips…she thought a girl could easily— Come on, Shawna girl, get it together . This guy has broken into your apartment, and if he did, others might be able to as well. Time to move on…
    “Why?” she managed to just barely utter, as her thoughts had collided and left her uncertain.
    “Why what, lass?”
    “Why do you want to talk to me?”
    “Because we have a common enemy, but you—not I, you —are in immediate danger from that enemy.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I have my ways.”
    “Stop saying that. What ways?” She eyed him suspiciously.
    “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that if you don’t leave New York, they will find you, but even leaving New York—won’t be enough.”
    “And what will?”
    “You will have to kill Pentim Rawley, and you can’t do it alone.”
    She put up her chin, and her silver eyes narrowed. He knew about Pentim Rawley. Was this a ruse? “ Who the hell are you?”
    “My name is Chadwick MacFare.”
    She saw his lips tighten. He knew what she was going to ask next, and she didn’t disappoint him. “ What are you?”
    “That isn’t important. What is important…” he said as he got up and moved towards her—she kept her gun focused, but he didn’t seem to care. He put up his large hand and grabbed it away in one motion as he put it aside and pulled her in close. She was struck motionless as he sniffed her with a show of great appreciation and pressed her body sensually against his hard chest. He whispered in her ear, “…is that you find out who you really are, what you really can do. And, Shawna, it is time to leave New York.”
    She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had allowed him to take the gun away. She had allowed him (although stiffly) to pull her into his arms and whisper in her ear. She not only had allowed him, her mutinous body