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but she couldn’t tell if they were teasing or about to slug each other. “Um, guys, are we okay here? What’s going on?”
    “What’s going on,” Nick said, shoving his car door open, “is that Rickloff’s backup never showed. Which probably means there never was any backup.”
    Mark hopped over the side of the car and dusted off his shorts. “I hate to admit you were right, but you were. You saved our bacon back there.”
    Heather was still sitting in her seat, trying to follow their bizarre conversation, when Nick rounded the car to the passenger side, leaned over and scooped her up in his arms.
    She was too surprised to do more than stare up at him as he carried her into the house.
    Mark followed behind. He stopped just inside the kitchen, flipping on the lights, but Nick continued on into the living room with Heather.
    “Um, Nick, I can walk. You can put me down.”
    He didn’t bother answering and he didn’t put her down. He used his shoulder to flip on the hall light and carried her all the way to the end into what must have been the master bedroom, based on the expansive size of the room. He kicked the door shut behind them and stopped beside the bed.
    His brows were a dark, angry slash as he glared at her. The tightness around the corners of his eyes and the way he clenched his jaw told her she might be in as much trouble now as she had been back at the bar.
    “Put me down.” She tried to sound braver than she felt. The last time she’d seen him like this, he’d slapped her in handcuffs. She wasn’t sure what to expect. She squirmed in his arms, anxious to get away from him.
    He suddenly released her. She dropped to the bed and hadn’t even stopped bouncing on the mattress before he came down on top of her.
    The shock of his warm body pressed against hers had her mouth going dry. For a moment they just stared at each other. His body was rigid. His Adam’s apple worked in his throat several times, as if he was struggling for words. Heat flooded through Heather, tightening her stomach. She was appalled that she was getting turned on, because it was quite obvious Nick wasn’t suffering from the same affliction.
    He looked as if he wanted to strangle her.
    She didn’t have to ask him why. She already knew. He was still furious that she’d jeopardized his career back at that nightclub in Saint Augustine and that she’d gotten him mixed up in this mess tonight. Although, really, it wasn’t her fault. And he wasn’t supposed to be here anyway. Was he? Actually, if she looked at it that way, he really didn’t have a right to be angry at all. If anyone should be angry it was her, because he hadn’t adequately warned her about the dangers. He should have tried harder to get her to not go along with Rickloff’s plan. And just as soon as Nick quit glaring at her, she’d find the courage to tell him so.
    “You could have been killed tonight.” His voice shook.
    Heather blinked in surprise. That’s why he was upset? “You were worried about me?”
    “Hell, yes, I was worried about you. You shouldn’t have agreed to Rickloff’s plan. I told you I didn’t trust him, and you still insisted on plowing ahead. I’m on suspension. I’m supposed to be sitting at my house in my favorite recliner, which—I might add—is a hell of a lot more fun than being shot at. What do you think would have happened tonight if I hadn’t disobeyed orders and come down here to keep an eye on you?”
    She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have survived the night without him, but she didn’t think it was a good idea to say that out loud. He was already shaking, and from the tension in his body against hers, she guessed he was still fighting his own battle not to throttle her.
    She swallowed hard. “I...ah...don’t really know.”
    His mouth thinned and his eyes flashed. He shook his head and rolled off her to sit on the side of the bed, as if he couldn’t stand to look at her anymore.
    Heather scrambled up on her