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with shock, staggered back with his gun arm waving and a choked sound emanating from his throat.
    Zeke clamped his hand around the man’s gun hand and wrestled with him for a few moments before the gunman broke free. Zeke didn’t back off. He charged the man again, wrapping a hand firmly around his flailing gun wrist this time to subdue the threat. He promptly pushed the man against a wall and pounded his arm above his head, obviously trying to get him to release the gun from his fingers.
    The young gunman finally realized there was a scuffle going on. He dropped the duffel bag along with a handful of loose bills and headed in their direction. Before he got too close in his approach, the gunman pushed away from the wall and wrenched free of Zeke’s grasp. He charged at Zeke, who backed out of his way to stay on his feet.
    The gunman’s arm came up, ready to fire the weapon again. Zeke pushed the gunman’s arm away from his chest area just as the man pulled the trigger. The roar of the gun firing in the small space consumed her attention. She looked in the direction of where the gunshot had gone. The path of her gaze led her to the shocked, wide-eyed expression of the young robber only a few feet from them. A second later, and with blood gushing from his chest, he fell to his knees and then did a face-plant on the vault floor.
    Zeke and the other gunman continued to wrestle and fight. Emma Rae didn’t know how to help, so she just tried to stay out of the path of any further gunfire. Zeke grabbed the guy by his shoulders, pulled him downward, and shot his knee squarely into the gunman’s chest.
    Another wild shot rang out, and a stack of bills paid the price. Zeke grabbed the man’s gun hand and slammed the back of it against the wall hard enough to make a thwack sound. The gun finally fell from the robber’s fingers and landed on the floor at their feet.
    The gunman dropped to his knees and started grappling for the weapon again, but Zeke kicked the weapon with one heel. The power of his punt slid the weapon all the way across the space to land at her feet. He then kneed the guy in the face. The gunman who had wanted to do vile things went facedown on the vault floor, unmoving, just like his young accomplice.
    Emma Rae pushed out a sigh of relief. Zeke wiped his forehead with a sleeve before he crossed the room to stand in front of her.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. The concern in his expression was sincere.
    “Yes. Thanks to you.” She reached up and slid her palm along his solid jaw. The first signs of five-o’clock shadow abraded her fingertips. He had a small cut above his eyebrow from the altercation. A single drop of blood rested near the wound.
    “You’re bleeding,” she said.
    “I’m okay,” he replied as she looked closer at the gash. “So, what do you think? Do I get to learn what your name is now?”
    “Is that all you’re worried about?” She laughed and took a step closer. Now they were touching. The warm vibe of his chivalry planted deeply in her soul. Perhaps she was ready to trust a man once more. He’d stepped in front of a man with a gun and a bad idea regarding her virtue. She owed him. Plus, she wanted that kiss previously interrupted by the robbery mayhem. “I’m Emma Rae Madison. It’s very good to meet you, Zeke.”
    “Very pleased to meet you, Emma Rae.” His sincere smile warmed her all the way to her toes.
    “Thank you for stepping in front of me and keeping me safe.” She extended her hand awkwardly between them. He clasped it in his warm, strong fingers, squeezed gently, and gifted her with a smile that would make angels sing with joy.
    His grin was infectious. “It was my pleasure.”
    She tilted her head backward to gaze deeply into his intoxicatingly beautiful blue eyes. The corners of her mouth lifted upward, and for the first time in recent memory, she ached with sincere longing to kiss a man. She pressed forward, sandwiching their handshake between their