she’d had with someone shooting at her. The blowback of the adrenaline rush shot off the charts. It took everything she had to keep herteeth from rattling and the gun from shaking out of her hands.
When a knock finally sounded, she jumped to her feet like she was on springs and pointed the business end of the Glock dead center in the middle of the door.
“It’s me. Open up.”
Brown.
She hadn’t realized until that point how happy she would be to see him.
“Anything?” she asked after she’d let him in and quickly shut the door behind him.
“Nada. Whoever it was, is gone.”
“Gone?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “How can that be? I swear I hit him.”
“Well, somebody hit him or he wouldn’t have taken a header off the balcony.” He shook his head. “The cab’s gone, too. I’m thinking wrong place, wrong time, for the cabbie.”
Fear obliterated filters. She couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Still think I’m crazy?”
He expelled a heavy breath. “What I think is that we’ve got to get out of here.” He glanced around the room. “I don’t want to stick around for the second act. If he’s got reinforcements waiting in the wings, they might have better aim.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Eva grabbed her bag and followed him.
And she didn’t ask a single question until they were in a cab and a good twenty blocks away from thehotel on Calle San Ramon where both of them were supposed to have died.
• • •
“I don’t know where we’re going, okay?” Mike said when she finally popped the question he’d expected long before.
Whether it was from shock or disbelief that she’d almost died, relief that she hadn’t, or because she had finally realized she was into something beyond her pay grade, he didn’t know. But she hadn’t asked one question until they were well away from the hotel.
What he did know was that Pamela Diaz, or whatever her name was, had landed herself—and now him by proxy—into some very deep doo-doo.
“Are you ready to fly back to the States with me?”
He grunted. “All I’m ready to commit to at the moment is getting out of Dodge.”
He looked at her then. At her coffee-brown eyes, showgirl breasts, and anxiety-stricken expression, and man oh man, all he could think about was how gorgeous she was.
Hot, sultry air rushed through the cab’s open window, whipping strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail into her eyes. Her effort to smooth it back was a bust. The wind grabbed it again, plus did a fine job of plastering her damp T-shirt to those amazing breasts.
Seriously, you stupid wing nut? After what she’s done to you, you’re still wondering what it would be like to get her in bed?
He shook his head to clear it. He could not getsidetracked by her sex appeal. Thinking with his little head had gotten him in this mess to begin with.
Drugged, flex cuffs, shanghaied, crazy. That’s what he needed to think about.
He drilled her with his best pissed-off glare. “You do realize the significance of what happened back there, don’t you?”
“It means I’m probably right about a conspiracy.”
He wasn’t ready to go quite that far. “For certain, someone wants you silent, chica . Someone wants you dead. Someone, apparently, had you followed here from the States, put out a contract on you, and gave the order to pull the trigger.”
“Yeah. I got that part.” She shuddered, and damn if he didn’t have to resist the urge to put his arm around her and pull her against him.
Little head, big trouble.
He ramped up his glare. “So did you also get the part that, thanks to you, they want me dead, too?”
“All the more reason for you to help me figure out who’s behind it.”
His jaw dropped before he could check it, but she never missed a beat.
“What? You expect me to tell you I’m sorry for dragging you into this? Well, that’s not happening. You’ve been in it from the beginning.”
“I’ve been out
When a knock finally sounded, she jumped to her feet like she was on springs and pointed the business end of the Glock dead center in the middle of the door.
“It’s me. Open up.”
Brown.
She hadn’t realized until that point how happy she would be to see him.
“Anything?” she asked after she’d let him in and quickly shut the door behind him.
“Nada. Whoever it was, is gone.”
“Gone?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “How can that be? I swear I hit him.”
“Well, somebody hit him or he wouldn’t have taken a header off the balcony.” He shook his head. “The cab’s gone, too. I’m thinking wrong place, wrong time, for the cabbie.”
Fear obliterated filters. She couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Still think I’m crazy?”
He expelled a heavy breath. “What I think is that we’ve got to get out of here.” He glanced around the room. “I don’t want to stick around for the second act. If he’s got reinforcements waiting in the wings, they might have better aim.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Eva grabbed her bag and followed him.
And she didn’t ask a single question until they were in a cab and a good twenty blocks away from thehotel on Calle San Ramon where both of them were supposed to have died.
• • •
“I don’t know where we’re going, okay?” Mike said when she finally popped the question he’d expected long before.
Whether it was from shock or disbelief that she’d almost died, relief that she hadn’t, or because she had finally realized she was into something beyond her pay grade, he didn’t know. But she hadn’t asked one question until they were well away from the hotel.
What he did know was that Pamela Diaz, or whatever her name was, had landed herself—and now him by proxy—into some very deep doo-doo.
“Are you ready to fly back to the States with me?”
He grunted. “All I’m ready to commit to at the moment is getting out of Dodge.”
He looked at her then. At her coffee-brown eyes, showgirl breasts, and anxiety-stricken expression, and man oh man, all he could think about was how gorgeous she was.
Hot, sultry air rushed through the cab’s open window, whipping strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail into her eyes. Her effort to smooth it back was a bust. The wind grabbed it again, plus did a fine job of plastering her damp T-shirt to those amazing breasts.
Seriously, you stupid wing nut? After what she’s done to you, you’re still wondering what it would be like to get her in bed?
He shook his head to clear it. He could not getsidetracked by her sex appeal. Thinking with his little head had gotten him in this mess to begin with.
Drugged, flex cuffs, shanghaied, crazy. That’s what he needed to think about.
He drilled her with his best pissed-off glare. “You do realize the significance of what happened back there, don’t you?”
“It means I’m probably right about a conspiracy.”
He wasn’t ready to go quite that far. “For certain, someone wants you silent, chica . Someone wants you dead. Someone, apparently, had you followed here from the States, put out a contract on you, and gave the order to pull the trigger.”
“Yeah. I got that part.” She shuddered, and damn if he didn’t have to resist the urge to put his arm around her and pull her against him.
Little head, big trouble.
He ramped up his glare. “So did you also get the part that, thanks to you, they want me dead, too?”
“All the more reason for you to help me figure out who’s behind it.”
His jaw dropped before he could check it, but she never missed a beat.
“What? You expect me to tell you I’m sorry for dragging you into this? Well, that’s not happening. You’ve been in it from the beginning.”
“I’ve been out
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