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his chest. Liz became aware of the powerful thump of his heart.
    His gaze bore into hers. “You shouldn’t have gotten so nosy, Ms. Monahan.” 
    A shiver slid down her back in the heartbeat before she remembered he was a police officer. Liz narrowed her eyes. “And you shouldn’t have used me as your cover.”
    He blinked. “What the—How did you figure it out?” he demanded.
    “When those men caught me, the first thing they said was ‘cop?’” 
    “They know I’m a cop?” 
    Liz shook her head. “Not know . It was a question.” 
    “Dammit.” He glanced back at the door and Liz registered the hard thigh that pressed against the juncture of her legs.
    “I think you can let me go,” she said.
    He looked back at her. “I’m supposed to be terrorizing you.”” 
    Liz released a shaky breath. “I’m pretty scared.” 
    His mouth turned down. “Yeah.” 
    He released her, then backed up, and she realized her pulse was pounding.
    “What’s the plan?” she asked.
    “Damned if I know.” He started toward the curtain that covered the balcony door beside the bed. He reached the curtain, eased aside the fabric, and peered out. “Come here.”
    She forced her legs to cross the room to him.
    “Is that Mercedes the car they drove here?” He motioned for her to peek through the gap in the curtain.
    She leaned in front of him and looked through the paned glass doors, past the small balcony to a car parked behind a black limo. Liz straightened. “Yes. He left the keys in the ignition. I thought maybe I could steal the car.” 
    “I’m sure Sanchez has a couple of well-placed guards somewhere on the grounds,” Adam said. “We’re lucky they didn’t put you in a second story room. We can make it to the car—” 
    Muffled voices sounded outside the door.
    Iron fingers gripped her arm and Adam threw her onto the bed. His knee slammed her side as he straddled her. She screamed. He seized the bodice of her dress and yanked. Leather raked her nipples. She cried out and threw her arms over her breasts as the door flung open. Liz glimpsed the leer on the Mexican’s face an instant before Adam twisted and looked over his shoulder. The American stepped into view behind the Mexican.
    “Get the fuck out!” Adam shouted.
    “You’re taking too long, amigo,” the Mexican said.
    “Get in my way and I’ll kill you both.” 
    The American stepped away from the doorway and the Mexican muttered something Liz couldn’t distinguish above the pounding of blood through her ears, then he left and closed the door behind him.
    Adam faced her. His eyes didn’t stray to her arms. “You okay?” he asked.
    She couldn’t move.
    “He didn’t see a thing,” Adam said.
    “What?” 
    “I blocked his view.” 
    Tears threatened. “Then why did you…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
    “You prefer that he rape you?”

Chapter Nine
    Liz lay beneath him, trembling like a seven point earthquake. He’d never lifted a hand to a woman and he’d sure as hell never scared a woman like that. When Larissa had seen through his cover, he should have scrapped the night. But he’d wanted Sanchez. Now Liz might die because of him.
    Like hell.
    “Come on.” Ben pulled her to her feet and turned toward the window. “Fix your dress.” 
    Rustling of clothes followed, then she whispered in a tremulous voice, “Done.”  
    Ben turned around, grasped her shoulders and pulled her close so that he could whisper, “Scream—and make it real.”  
    She startled him by beating at his chest. “Bastard,” she cried. “Let me go!”
    “Shut up, bitch,” he hissed, and slapped his thigh.
    She quieted, eyes wide.
    He leaned close. She jerked back. His gut wrenched, but he whispered, “Whimper.”
    Startlement flashed in her eyes. He nodded.
    She whimpered, then moaned a long, ‘Nooo.’
    He caught her hand and hurried her toward the patio door. Ben eased aside the curtain, scanned the grounds, then