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| Losing her job. A body in her new neighbor’s kitchen. Abducted at gunpoint. What more could go wrong? Claire Barlow can identify the killer. Now Ryce Knight must protect her until he testifies at the dirty Miami politician’s trial. But who will protect him from Claire? | |||||||
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| After she loses her job, Claire Barlow’s bad day turns worse when she finds a dead body in her neighbor’s kitchen. A bomb is just seconds away from exploding, when a madman shows up and finds her hovering over the body. At gunpoint, he forces her into the dead woman’s car and they drive away just as the bomb explodes. Ryce Knight mistakes the woman for one of the hit men hired by the politician he’s scheduled to testify against. Somehow the bad guys have found out the address of his last three safe houses. Escaping once again, he decides, this time, not to inform the law of his whereabouts until time for the trial. After he discovers Claire is his new neighbor and not one of the henchmen out to prevent him from testifying, it’s too late. She’s seen and knows too much and is in as much danger as he is now. Ryce feels he must keep her with him to keep her safe. However, he doesn’t count on his attraction for her creating a situation that becomes as explosive as the bomb they barely escaped. |
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| "I have to go to the bathroom," a meek voice interrupted his reverie. "Over there." He pointed at the door a couple of feet from the end of her bed. "I know that. I need my clothes." Ryce turned and saw humiliation reflected in her soft blue eyes. He didn't like degrading a woman like this, but, he reminded himself, this woman couldn't be trusted. He lifted her slip from the bundle of clothes beside him and tossed it into her lap. "That should do for modesty's sake." "You're such a gentleman," she said sarcastically. "Would it be too much to ask you to turn the other way for a moment?" He almost laughed. He wondered what she'd do if he refused. Having her parade around naked would be a delectable treat, but an agonizing one. So he rolled away from her and allowed his imagination to roam as he listened to the rustle of the fabric falling into place around her soft curves. When her footsteps padded across the floor, he said, "Leave the door open." He heard her sharp intake of breath, then her movements inside the bathroom. The tap came on, an obvious attempt to camouflage her call to nature. For a cold-blooded murderer, she sure acted bashful. His former fiancée had seemed harmless at first, too, and now he considered Marge Swenson more deadly than any of her father's hired killers. He realized the water had been running for several minutes. A bit too long. He shot off the bed and into the bathroom. The unexpected sight of her silk-covered rear pointing at him from a pint-sized window made him chuckle with relief. His hands fit nicely around her hips when he reached over and caught her. "Need some help?" |
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