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the cat.”
    “What’re you talking about?” Bastian yanked him to his feet, spun him, and pushed him face-first into the side of the car. “What the fuck? I have rights!”
    “Do us both a favor and shut up unless you have something useful to say.”
    The sound of a vehicle stopping on the road above, shouts, and many feet tramping down the incline in their direction was music to his ears. He didn’t relax until a hand clamped on his shoulder and a low voice growled in his ear.
    “Got him, boss.”
    Bastian moved back, limping, his body beginning to throb, his injuries making themselves known. The man who’d spoken, an agent named Lawrence, jerked the would-be assassin’s arms behind his back and cuffed him. As he led their prisoner away, another hand landed on his shoulder.
    “Bastian? You okay? We heard a shot.”
    He turned to see Blaze Kelly, a good friend, onetime lover, and a damned fine agent, frowning at him in concern. “Went wide. I’m fine. Think I’m gonna need a ride to the office, though,” he said, waving a hand at the totaled Porsche. His joke fell flat. Suddenly he didn’t feel so good.
    Blaze steadied him. “Jesus, man, your head is bleeding. We’re taking you to McKay, getting you checked out.”
    “I’m okay, really—”
    “Let’s go. Just don’t vomit in the Hummer.”
    He gave Blaze a lopsided smile. “No promises.”
    “That’s what I was afraid of.” The big agent wrinkled his nose as he helped Bastian up the culvert. “You smell like chocolate and coffee.”
    “My caramel mocha, which perished in the wreck along with my breakfast.”
    Food was the exact wrong thing to mention at that moment. His stomach heaved and he dropped to his hands and knees, retching.
    “Well, shit,” Blaze sighed.
    Indeed. This morning had started out in the crapper and had, unbelievably, gone straight to hell. Definitely room for improvement.
    Then again, he was alive. Five points back in the plus column. He’d need all he could get before he brought down Dietz like the rabid dog he was.
     
    Michael was balls-deep in Jeri when the phone rang. He groaned, not paying too much attention to the noise. Either Simon or Mrs. Beasley would pick up, and they knew better than to disturb him when he was entertaining guests.
    He’d barely achieved release, emptying himself into her sweet pussy, when a firm knock sounded at the door. Restraining a growl of irritation, he eased out and patted her on the rear. “Go away,” he yelled toward the door.
    “You have a call, sir,” Simon informed him in that steady tone.
    “Take a message.”
    “It’s of the utmost importance.”
    “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Knowing Simon, the call was urgent or he wouldn’t have interrupted. “Hang on.”
    Scooting from the bed, he ignored his companions’ pouts and pulled on a pair of jeans he retrieved from the end. Stalking to the door, he opened it and slipped into the hallway, shutting it behind him. Simon stood with his hand covering the mouth of the phone, worry in his eyes. That alone chilled Michael’s soul.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “It’s Agent Kelly, sir. There’s been an incident.” He held out the phone. “Let me know if I can be of assistance.”
    Michael took the phone and waited until the older man disappeared around the corner before speaking. “Blaze? What’s going on?”
    “Michael, listen to me. First of all, Bastian is okay—”
    “What happened?” he demanded. Christ, his best friend had been gone only an hour. What could have taken place since then?
    “He was followed and the guy shot at him, ran him off the road. He rolled the Porsche, but listen— he’s okay ,” Blaze emphasized. “Bastian called for backup, but he already had the asshole subdued when we arrived.”
    “Thank God,” Michael breathed. “Where is Bastian now? Put him on the phone.”
    “I can’t. McKay’s checking him out. He’s got some cuts and bruises, maybe a