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kitchen. As she got closer, she could hear the television. Some local news station was playing, going over the morning’s headlines. They were doing some puff piece about a local park, so Liv guessed that it was shortly before the top of the hour. She bypassed the living area and television, following the intoxicating aroma to the kitchen. There, standing in front of the stove, was a shirtless Nayo, wearing only his jeans and an apron. Liv crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, admiring the view.
    He sure had a good-looking backside. And those muscles in his shoulders and upper back. . .
    When the bumper music began playing, signaling the start of another news cycle, Liv heard the anchormen talking about the bombing. While it wasn’t anything she hadn’t already known, hearing again, on the news, and knowing that both her picture and Nayo’s were being plastered around town, made her uncomfortable. Liv had never hurt anyone in her life--human or animal. She even refused to kill those ants that had gotten into her kitchen last year. Instead of eliminating them, she trapped them and released them, something that was much harder and more time-consuming to do. To think that she had any part in this bomb threat was ludicrous.
    Which led to Nayo. As she took in his tight ass and ropes of muscle, she reminded herself that this man was a threat to everything American. Black Towers wasn’t the first bombing incident. The police suspected that Nayo had some part in all three threats throughout the city. Despite her having a difficult time picturing him being so cruel, she couldn’t rule out the possibility of him being a terrorist. He had never hurt her, but they had only been together for twenty-four hours. She didn’t know anything about him or his plan. He could be manipulating her into helping him and possibly taking the fall for the bombings. Perhaps he wanted an American sympathizer or hostage in case there was a shootout.
    The thought about being forced to take part in a shootout made her sick to her stomach. She wasn’t cut out for combat, and she sure as hell wasn’t political. The more she thought about her situation, the more Liv knew she needed to get away from this man who was essentially a stranger. More importantly, she needed to go to the police and clear her name. The longer this went on, the more guilty she looked. Not to mention her job. Christ, Carrie was going to have a field day with her over those photos being late.
    After one last wistful look at Nayo’s backside, she turned to go.
    “Sit down and have some coffee,” Nayo said, his back still toward her.
    Liv froze in her tracks, debating what to do. Then the anchorman started talking about how both she and Nayo were considered armed and dangerous, and she knew that she was in way over her head. Nayo was cute and all, but she had her life to consider. Before she could talk herself out of it, Liv started running for the front door, which, unfortunately, was on the other end of the house.
    “Hey, come back.” Nayo took off after her, his stride eating up two of hers.
    Liv raced down the hallway and through the plush living area. On her way past the sofa, she knocked over an end table and lamp, throwing it into Nayo's path. To her dismay, Nayo easily navigated the obstacle and grabbed her arm just before she reached the door.
    "What are you doing?" he asked as he spun her around and pushed her up against the wall.
    Liv's breath left her in a rush as her back hit the solid stone. She struggled, but Nayo grabbed her other wrist and pinned both of her arms above her head.
    "Liv, calm down."
    "No." She continued to struggle, but it was no use. The man was like a bear or an ox. He was unmovable.
    "Liv, calm down."
    "Let go of me! I have to get out of here."
    “You’re not going anywhere. Not in this state. You need to calm down and we can talk things through first.”
    Liv started to thrash around in his arms, desperately trying to free