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the seat. She glanced back in time to see the man who was chasing her dive into some bushes on the side of the road.
    Nick shoved his gun in the middle console and hit the accelerator. The car leaped forward.
    Heather grabbed the armrest to keep from sliding across the leather seat. “There was an agent with me. He’s over—”
    “I know. Get down.”
    Remembering condition number two, she immediately turned around and slid off the seat onto the floorboard, or at least as much as she could, folding herself into the tiny space between the dashboard and the seat.
    Nick grinned, apparently thinking it was amusing to see her slide down onto the floor. The crazy man was actually having fun.
    The car lurched and skidded sideways. Someone lunged over the top of the door on Heather’s side of the car and fell into the backseat. Heather had just enough time to realize it was Mark before Nick punched the accelerator again. Someone shouted from a few feet away. Another man cursed. The deep boom of a powerful gun filled the air. Heather jerked in surprise. The crunch and crackle of safety glass told her the shot had punched a hole in the windshield, but the rest of the glass held together.
    Nick grabbed his gun, shaking his head and mumbling something about how Rafe was going to kill him. He fired two quick shots and shoved his gun into the console again. The tires screeched as he wheeled the car around in the middle of the narrow street, facing back in the direction he’d come from. The engine roared and the car rocketed forward, flying down the two-lane road into the night.
    Heather couldn’t move. She was too stunned by what had happened, frozen in place. She stayed curled up, half on the seat and half on the floor, clutching the armrest and console to keep from sliding around.
    Nick continued his reckless pace, twisting and turning down side roads. The few houses they passed dropped away until there was nothing but dark trees whipping by.
    Mark pulled himself into a sitting position, hooking an arm around the back of the passenger seat in front of him to brace himself, but still no one said anything, as if they were all too shell-shocked from what had just happened, or in Nick’s case, too focused on getting away.
    Heather caught glimpses of the ocean sparkling in the moonlight through the groves of trees on the side of the road. Nick finally slowed down and turned the car. Heather risked a quick peek and saw he was driving them up a long, sloping driveway. He pressed a button on the sun visor. Moments later he pulled into a garage and pressed the button again. The garage door slowly lowered, cocooning them inside.
    After Nick cut the engine, for the space of several heartbeats, no one moved. Nick stared straight ahead as if deep in thought. Finally, he looked down at Heather. “Are you all right?”
    She nodded, slowly unfolding herself from her painfully tight position. She turned around and plopped down on the seat. “Why are you here? How did you know we needed help? Where are we?”
    He scrubbed his face and rolled his shoulders as if to relieve some stiffness. “You’re welcome,” he said, his voice sounding bland.
    Heather’s face flushed hot as she realized how ungrateful she must have sounded. “Thank you. I mean it. Really, thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved our lives back there.”
    The corner of his mouth quirked up with amusement. “One thank-you would have been sufficient.”
    Mark leaned in between the bucket seats and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You took your own sweet time getting there, Southern boy. They managed to get my gun and were going in for the kill. Cut it that close again and I’ll kick your sorry butt all the way back to that alligator swamp you call home.”
    Nick stared at him in the rearview mirror. “No spoon-fed Yankee momma’s boy is going to kick anything of mine.”
    Heather glanced back and forth between them. They obviously knew each other,