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cheek. A sadness overtook her expression and he wanted to be the one to wipe it away. “Someday, you will realize what you have to offer a woman. You and Elliott will have the life you have always dreamed of. I envy her.”
    Before Mitch could ask what she meant by that, a banging on the door brought both of them to their feet. She looked up at him with alarm but not surprise. Mitch had been right all along. She was in trouble. Anna took a step behind him and opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a gun. Where the hell had she gotten that?
    “Mitch, open the damn door now!”
    “Looks like it’s time for you to leave,” Anna said.
    “Want to tell me why you need a gun?” Mitch asked, ignoring her statement. “For someone who’s supposedly just a waitress, I’m surprised you would know how to use a Colt Model 1911A1. That’s used by military around the world.”
    “Mitch!”
    When Anna didn’t reply, Mitch walked toward the door. Not taking his eyes off of her, he flipped the lock. Knowing his brother would hear the deadbolt release, Mitch stood back. Elliott threw open the door but came to a stop upon seeing Anna standing at the end of the bed in Mitch’s T-shirt with a gun in her hand.
    “So it is true,” Elliott said, his usual carefree attitude erased. Mitch had never seen him look so intense. “You’re caught up with the ATF and using an alias. Although which one is the alias? Anna Valdez or Anna Cruz?”
    Mitch looked at the weapon in her hand. Where had Elliott gotten his information, and why hadn’t Mitch’s contact known about this? He wasn’t surprised to see her blue eyes turn to ice. He crossed his arms and leaned his shoulder against the wall. It was rare that Elliott ever got riled up, but whatever information he was given had certainly done the trick. The one question he wanted answered, though, was whether she was involved with criminal activity of her own free will or if she was being coerced. He’d spent ten years with convicts, and her little speech regarding his past about how he was a good man indicated she had morals and values. Her next move didn’t surprise him in the least.
    “I’m tired, is what I am,” Anna answered. Walking to the bedside table, she opened the drawer and tucked her gun inside. Slamming it shut, she crawled underneath the covers, turning her back toward them. “I’m going to sleep. Make sure the door is locked on your way out.”
    “I’m not leaving,” Mitch replied, moving past Elliott. He stood above her, waiting for her to look up over her shoulder. She never budged, for which he gave her credit. But he could guarantee that he had a hell of a lot more patience than she did. He’d wait her out. “Elliott, the bed’s not big enough for both of us. Wanna flip for the bed?”
    Mitch made sure his lips didn’t crack into a smile when she tilted her head up toward him and opened one of her blue eyes. Hell, his lips probably would crack if he smiled.
    “Mitch, she’s involved with illegal activities,” Elliott said, exasperation evident in his voice. “That isn’t something you can ignore. We need answers.”
    Mitch shrugged his shoulders, indicating Elliott had lost out. He usually slept in the nude, but since Anna was already on edge, Mitch kept his jeans on. He picked up the sheet and slid in behind her. Her body was as rigid as a tie rod. He knew there was no way she was going to open up now, not with Elliott’s guilty verdict already being placed on her.
    “Anna needs sleep. We’ll get our answers in the morning.” Mitch let his head rest on the pillow, closing his eyes. “Good luck with the chair.”

Chapter Eight
     
    The sun shined through the window curtain, causing Anna to roll over to avoid the brightness. Her face hit something solid and the jolt brought everything back from last night. She moaned and then buried her head between the hard body next to her and the soft mattress beneath them. Maybe if she stayed like this, he