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But…
But if that happened…
Then you could be the one who dies, Kane.
And she couldn’t let that happen.
The pounding came again.
“Let’s go tell the Feds there is nothing to worry about,” Ana murmured.But she had plenty to worry about.Too much.
Because there was no way she’d let Kane take a bullet for her.When you loved someone, you protected the person, no matter what.There was no one in this world that she loved more than Kane.
So she would do whatever it took in order to keep him safe.
ChapterSeventeen
Someone was poundingat the door.Again.Jeez.
Ana cracked open one eye.She discovered a very close-up view of a powerful chest.Mostly because she was sprawled across said chest.
The pounding came again.Was it the Feds?The agents in the hallway?
“What in the actual hell?”Kane rumbled.A rumble Ana felt against her ear.
She scooted up, away, and took the sheet with her because she was completely naked.“We have company.Probably our friendly Feds.”A squint toward the bedside clock.“Unless it’s a delivery.Maybe room service?Breakfast?”The digits on the clock had come into focus for her.“Lunch?”It was later than she’d realized.
The pounding continued.Even more demanding.
“Didn’t order room service.”Kane jumped from the bed.He stalked, naked, out of the bedroom.
She blinked.His ass was fantastic, but where was he going, totally naked?Ana scrambled out of the bed, but she wrapped the sheet around her.“Kane!”He was moving fast.“Kane!”She followed in his wake.
He stopped near the suite’s main door and peered through the peephole.Somewhere between the bed and the door, the man had managed to pick up a gun.No clothing, but he had a gun.
“Bastard,” he snarled as he stared through the door.
“Don’t open it when you are naked!”He’d at least put on a robe when he reassured the agents outside that all was well before—when he’d woken up bellowing from his nightmare.No way could he go confronting themnakednow.She rushed across the room and tossed him the jeans that he’d ditched earlier.“Put these on.”
He cursed, but Kane put on the jeans.He let go of his gun long enough to haul on the jeans—and to zip and button them—and then the gun was in his hand again, and he was hauling open the door.
“Hello, sleeping beauty,” a deep, amused male voice drawled.“Took you long enough.Despite these two Feds out here assuring me that no one had entered your suite, I was starting to think I might have to break down the door just to do a welfare check.”
Something about that voice seemed vaguely familiar.Ana crept forward.
“I don’t like to tell other people their business,” the voice continued, “but, Kane, my friend, you have a rose petal in your hair.”
Kane’s free hand rose and shoved through his hair.The rose petal fluttered to the floor.Correction, two rose petals fluttered to the floor.
“Rose petals in your hair, and a gun in your grip.”Laughter from the man.“Good morning to you.Or, afternoon, considering it’s past noon.”
“Get inside,” Kane ordered.He backed up.
The man entered.Tall and muscled.Dark hair.Steely blue eyes.A face that could have been carved from granite.His eyes swept the room and immediately fell on her.He smiled.“Hi, Ana.Nice to see you again.”
See you again.
She sucked in a deep breath.
