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nodded, accepting without comment. When she moved close enough to grab her bag from him, every hair on his body reacted to her warmth and scent. He clenched his fists to keep from touching her, and searched for something to break the tension.
    Turning, he took a good look at their new transportation. Then he swore. "Pink? You expect us to hide in a pink car?"
    "It's mauve," she insisted. "And it's perfect. Who'd ever believe we were on the run in a mauve economy car?"
    He grumbled, but couldn't argue the logic. Neither Haroldson nor the FBI would be searching for a compact sedan.
    "I'll drive," she said as she headed for the driver's side and stowed her bag in the back seat. "You have to be getting tired, and I'm used to driving in the mountains."
    He didn't argue, just moved to the passenger side and threw his bag in beside hers. The space was cramped, the bucket seat small, but he slid it back as far as it would go and strapped himself in. She did the same, and they were on their way again.
    Hendersonville was little more than a crossroads with a couple of streetlights. Traffic was minimal. They found a convenience store, made use of the bathrooms and filled a thermos with coffee.
    Rianna bought a variety of supplies, making him wonder where she planned to take them. Another safe house? A rental? The home of a friend or family member? He hoped it was someplace he could safely leave her and head back to
Texas
with a clear conscience.
    She stood by while he used a pay phone to call Sullivan's private number. There was no answer, so he left a short, terse message on the answering machine:
    " Blaine 's your mole. We're on the run, but we lost our tail and Phantom is okay."
    Though rarely comfortable with another driver, Kyle climbed into the passenger seat, and Rianna drove back onto the highway. He remained tense for the first few miles, but soon realized that she could handle the car with the same ease she did everything else. Was there no end to her talents? He relaxed a little, deciding to pry some information out of his cohort.
    "Sullivan told me you were in deep, but he didn't hint at how deep. My reaction to your identity could have gotten us both killed."
    "Rookie mistake," she taunted.
    The barb stung, but Kyle knew he deserved it. "Retiree mistake," he corrected sharply.
    "Whatever."
    Her voice held a teasing note, making him wonder if superwoman might have a sense of humor.
    "How'd you manage a marriage proposal?"
    She hesitated briefly, but then explained. "Gregory wants legitimacy and the image of a normal, healthy lifestyle. I played the part of an impoverished but highly eligible socialite with a pedigreed background."
    "The perfect bait?"
    Her features tightened mutinously, making him realize how disparaging his tone had sounded.
    "It worked."
    The succinct reply held a touch of hurt and made him feel like a heel. He cursed himself for not being more diplomatic. She'd been under a tremendous amount of strain, yet it bugged him to think of any woman offering herself as bait to a man with so few scruples. Her deception would be all the more personal and galling to an egomaniac like Haroldson.
    Was she a total rebel? Some power-hungry female who enjoyed living on the edge? A lunatic who thrived on danger? Hadn't she realized she'd be flirting with certain death if he ever got his hands on her again?
    A mental image of Haroldson touching her made Kyle grind his teeth. He didn't want his protective instincts roused, yet she kept getting under his skin.
    He had to ask. "Why did you move in with the guy?"
    "I had to have unlimited access to the estate without him watching my every move. I tried for weeks while we were dating, but finally decided there was no other way."
    Kyle made an effort to sound curious rather than accusing. "So why you? Why would any woman put herself in such a dangerous, compromising situation? Just to prove yourself with the agency?"
    The silence stretched until he thought he'd pushed too far.