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up. If she could just rest it on the desk she would feel better in a few minutes.
    â€œDid you say that you’ve been shot?”
    Had she been shot? No, she didn’t think so. “The angel. Someone shot my angel.” She aimed for the phone’s cradle but missed. Not that she cared. Her head rattled worse than Old Red.
    She grabbed a pink sweater that had been left on the back of the office chair and weaved back across the room. “If you die I’m going to be really pissed,” she mumbled as she moved to her knees. “Promise me you won’t die.”
    He opened his eyes. “I promise I won’t die.”
    She folded the sweater and placed it over his wound to stanch the flow of blood. He was going to die and she knew there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. She’d seen people with gunshot wounds center chest like this one. Hell, she was surprised he was still talking.
    â€œYour name is Dillon, right?” She thought that was what Grandpa called him. For a moment the man was silent, and she wondered if she was having a conversation with a dead man, then he dragged his eyes open.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œWhy the hell would you take a bullet for me?”
    He smiled, but it quickly changed to a grimace. “Why, don’t you think you’re worth saving?”
    She shook her head. “Not if it means your death.” Where was the ambulance? If Justin screwed up calling one she would strangle him with her bare hands.
    â€œKiss me,” he said, words strained.
    â€œWhat?” She jerked back enough that her head felt as if someone was shooting a game of pool inside and they just dropped three balls into the pockets.
    â€œGrant a dying man his last wish. Kiss me.”
    She frowned down at him.
    â€œI saved your life and this is all I ask in return.”
    Ah hell, it was the least she could do. “You don’t have a disease or anything?”
    â€œI’m clean. I promise.”
    It wasn’t as if she would ever see him again. She was immediately filled with guilt. Thinking hurt way too much. She leaned down and brushed her lips over his, surprised by the warmth of his. She thought they would be cold.
    His hand went behind her head and brought her closer. He deepened the kiss. Warmth spread over her when his tongue began to caress. He damn sure doesn’t kiss like a dying man , she thought as shivers of pleasure ran down to her belly, then settled lower, between her legs. Everything around her vanished from her mind. It was just her and him all alone and…
    The sound of a siren broke into the fantasy building inside her mind. She scooted away from him, but swayed when the room swam around and around. Her palm rested on the floor until the room stopped spinning.
    â€œGood-bye, Raine.”
    â€œNo, not good-bye. The ambulance is here and you’re going to be fine.” He had to be fine. She refused to let him die saving her life. “I’ll show them the way. You just lie still.”
    She came to her feet, wobbled again, then started down the long hallway that led outside. She had to hurry and let the paramedics know someone was dying. A sick feeling grew inside her belly, curling into a tight ball. She was nearly to the door of the bank when it was kicked open. She stumbled forward and would have fallen through the opening if someone hadn’t grabbed her arm and jerked her out of the bank, shoving her against the outside brick wall. Her head cracked against the brick exterior. Her body throbbed from the force of his attack.
    â€œOh hell, the bank robbers came back to finish me off.”
    Her stomach rumbled as she blinked past the fog surrounding her and met the ferocious glint in Ethan’s eyes. Not the bank robbers, then. She glared at him. Who the hell did Ethan think he was—Rambo? He was always kicking down freakin’ doors. “What are you doing?” she said, pushing against him, but for