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he itched to provide it, but instead forced his hand to keep away from her. He needed to keep his paws off of her. Christ.
    Think about work. “Do you know what’s in the package?”
    “Yes, do you?” Her hesitant eyes said she told the truth. No abnormal pupil dilation, no increase in her respirations.
    “No.”
    “Well, that’s probably why you haven’t killed me yet and dumped my body.” There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm.
    “You’re having a hard time seeing me as one of the good guys, huh?”
    “You don’t look like a good guy. You look like a killer. You look like you enjoyed that whole thing back at the motel.”
    “I’m going to take that as a compliment, doll.” He drew up a half-smile in an attempt to lighten her mood. “And truth be told, it was fun.”
    The window cracked. The wiz and thud of a bullet smacking the back wall took him by surprise, only inches away from Mia’s head. He dove on her, shoving her to the side of the bed.
    “Get down!”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Winters rolled across the bed, drawing his Glock from his back holster. He pounded off two rounds, holstered it, and snagged his M4 assault rifle perched against the wall. He drew it up to his shoulder. The smooth metal and solid weight in his hands was grounding and washed away the awkward, apologetic mess he was earlier. He scanned through the scope, giving off short bursts of semi-automatic fire into the parking lot, in the direction the bullets came from.
    Whoever was out there was messy. They should have been able to take both of them out with a clean shot. Hell, they should have gone after him first.
    There. One man dropped. Another scrambled into an old Lincoln and screeched out onto the main drag.
    Winters lowered the rifle down but held it close. Without the assistance of the scope, he scanned the parking lot again. Nothing else seemed out of place. Someone shouted from an adjoining room and gunpowder burned in the air.
    “Dinner’s over. Come on. We need to roll out of here.” He yanked Mia’s arm, pulling her off the glass-covered carpet. She stood on shaking knees and nodded but remained frozen like a statue.
    “Let’s go, Mia.” He reloaded his handgun with a quick slam of the magazine, threw the rifle over his shoulder, and tucked a combat knife into his boot. She still hadn’t moved. He wrapped his arm around her waist and carried her out the door.
    He took one more look around, crossed to his truck, and put her in the passenger seat. She clutched the bag of clothes he’d bought for her. When the hell did she grab that? He rushed to his door, slammed the keys in the ignition, and squealed tires.
    “Glad to see you appreciate my shopping.” She slowly turned toward him. “Time to give it up. What’s with the package?”
    She shook and stared numbly out the vehicle’s tinted window. Her teeth chattered as if an arctic breeze blew from the vents. White knuckled, her fingers splayed, and nails dug into the seat.
    He snapped his fingers twice in a row. “Mia, honey. You can’t go into shock on me now. Come on, girl.”
    That got her attention. She scooted closer to him, appearing thankful for the pickup’s bench seat and leaned against his arm. “They’re trying to kill me. I’m going to die.”
    “And we’re not going to let that happen. But you have to let me know what’s going on. You have to trust me. Can you do that?” He checked his mirror to change lanes but also inspected her for chattering teeth and white knuckles. Both had disappeared. Progress.
    Hell, she felt good against his arm. She locked eyes with him, and for a moment, he forgot where they were and what they were doing. It was those dark, sultry eyes. How did he miss those earlier? They were as dark as his, but hers were still bloodshot from the tear gas bombs.
    He pulled his gaze back. That didn’t last more than a second and scanned her again. He didn’t notice the sweater or the dirt or her terror but rather