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    “Connor,” he said. “Yes, I know what fucking time it is! We’ve got a problem.”
     
    ***
     
    Pan leaned against Emilio’s bike and watched the rows of red and blue lights lining the street. She glanced over at the house and was glad to see Detective Maxwell much calmer than when he arrived, something she suspected came about from Maria being firmly tucked with her family in the back of his car.
    Pan turned, looked at the detective’s unmarked car and waved at Maria. Everyone agreed they were likely targeting Pan and Emilio. Made the most sense. Connor would take the others to his house, and she and Emilio would find a hotel to hide in.
    Orange hues lit the sky as the sun peeked over the side of the house. Pan yawned and slumped a little more on the bike. It had been a very long day. She just wanted to get to the hotel and sleep about a million years.
    She jumped when Emilio dropped his jacket around her shoulders and glared at the men around them.
    “When I said get the others ready, I meant for you to put on a bra.” Pan looked down. In the haze of everything, she had forgotten her bra. Pan glared at Emilio.
    “Yeah, little busy.” She slid her arms through the sleeves and zipped it up.
    Emilio leaned in and captured her in a tender kiss.
    “I know,” he said when he pulled away. “I just don’t like them staring at what’s mine.”
    A shiver slipped through her at his comment.
    “Are you finished?” she asked as he slipped on his helmet and handed her one.
    “For now.” Something must have been happening, but he was being tight lipped.
    At this point, Pan didn’t really care. Whatever was going on could wait until they had both gotten some sleep.
    Emilio climbed onto the bike and Pan followed, slipping her arms around him. Scratch that. She could go anywhere as long as she had the rumble of a bike between her legs and his warm body pressed against her.
     
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    Pan slipped out of the jacket once they were at the hotel. It was about the last place they would think to look for them. The four-star accommodation weren’t really something either of them were used to and would likely be a good cover.
    Stretching, Pan groaned at the strain. The long day had taken a toll on her muscles. With Emilio in the bathroom, she stripped her pants off and snuggled into the warm covers. A few minutes later, she felt the bed dip as he climbed in next to her.
    She listened to the sounds around them. Everyone in the hotel was waking up. She heard the clatter of people going about their business. It just seemed so strange the things would be so normal when everything in her world had changed in just a day’s time. She sighed and rolled over on her side.
    A warm hand found its way to her belly, and she squeaked slightly when she was pulled back against a warm bare chest.
    “Just sleep,” Emilio rumbled in her ear.
    A fuzzy feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach at the intimacy of the embrace.
    Her heart slowly returned to normal, and the gentle breathing in her ear lulled her to sleep.
     
    Pan’s eyes shot open with a start. Groggy and confused, she slowly let the day before sink in. Sometime in their sleep, they had changed positions. She lay partially sprawled on Emilio. He leg hitched over his thigh, breasts mashed to his side and cheek resting just over his heart. He held her snug to him with the arm draped over her shoulder and along her body.
    Something twitched near her knee, and she knew without a doubt what that was. When she tried to slide her leg down a bit, his other arm came out and stilled the movement. Pan leaned back and looked into his hooded eyes.
    “Hi,” she said shyly.
    “Hi,” his voice gruff from sleep.
    Emilio traced lazily along her leg, enjoying the silky feel. Hell, it was a full body sensory feel with her breasts gently poking his side. He knew she felt him tenting the sheet and did little to hide the effect she had on him.
    Pan placed a timid hand on his chest and traced