Intimate Danger. Amy J. Fetzer
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Название: Intimate Danger
Автор: Amy J. Fetzer
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758282705
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Holding her ring in her teeth, she set the glass down, then pulled a chair close. She stuck her head out the window. The area was empty. She didn’t trust it. Putting the ring back on, she lowered her bag out the window. The gun made a heavy thunk when it hit the ground. Her gaze lit on the entrances to the courtyard. One at a side gate and another at the front. Side, she thought and climbed out, dropped to the ground, then slung the bag over her shoulder and under her arm.
She ducked low, running like a duck toward the gate to avoid being seen through another window. She met the edge and stopped, flattened to the wall. There were two men smoking at the front under the shade, piles of trash and old typewriters in the back. The gate was about forty feet ahead of her. She didn’t know if it was locked or not, and studied it for a second. Man, that’s high.
Then she heard shouts. Oh, crap. Time’s up. She bolted for the gate. It was locked, and she worked her hand through the bars to the other side and tried opening it. Not locked, but so old it was rusted in place. The pound of footsteps thumped behind her, shouts to surround the area.
Please, Goddess of the stupid people, don’t let me die here.
She ran back toward the building. Then as fast as she could, she took off, leaped at the scroll ironwork, pulling herself up. They were right behind her, and as she swung her leg over, someone fired.
The bullet hit the stucco wall, chipping away a large chunk near her butt. Oh, jeez.
She threw herself off and fell to the ground so fast she didn’t have time to get her legs out in front of her. She landed on her side, and for a moment was stunned. The voices were closer, men trying to get over the wall or shoot through the gate. Clancy pushed up, got a knee under herself.
Then a pair of heavy hands slapped on her shoulders, grabbed tight, and dragged her into the jungle.
When the woman came flying over the gate, Mike couldn’t have been more surprised—and disappointed. He’d expected to find his men. One, at least. She dropped to the ground, and he thought, That’s gonna leave a mark. Then he heard the troops, the gunshots, and didn’t think about his decision to help. But she fought him, landing a kick to his shin, and all he could do was drag her.
Out of sight, he gritted, “Stop fighting me, damn it.”
Clancy turned wide eyes toward the voice. An American. Where did he come from?
He didn’t give her the chance to ask, moving on long legs, pulling her with him, then paused long enough to toss her unceremoniously over his shoulder and grab something off the ground. Then he was off again, running hard, each jolt punching the air out of her lungs and making her want to puke down the back of his trousers.
“Stop,” she choked. “Stop!”
He didn’t.
So she cupped his rear and squeezed. He nearly stumbled. “Stop, damn it, please!” she hissed. “I can run.”
Mike set her on her feet.
Clancy pushed hair from her eyes, then reached out when the world tilted. Her hand landed on his hard shoulder. “That was unnecessary. Nice butt, by the way.”
“We have to move.”
She met his gaze and thought, He’s huge. “Who are you?”
“Help?”
“Yeah, well, I was doing okay, sorta.”
“If you wanted a bullet in your head, sure. Get moving.”
Clancy was about to bitch when she glanced back and through the trees, saw troops. She looked at him. All he did was arch a dark brow.
Great, big, handsome, and arrogant? “Lead the way.”
He didn’t wait for her, and Clancy struggled to keep up. For a big thing, he was agile, leaping chunks of ground while she raced over it.
“They took my jeep,” she said into the silence.
He glared at her and thumped a finger to his lips. He waded into the water, his machete in his hand as he turned back for her. She held out her hand. He stared at it for a second and she wiggled her fingers, her expression pleading for help. He grabbed her hand, pulled her the last couple of feet to the shore. She smacked into him, her nose to his chest.
She met his gaze. Thank you, she mouthed exaggeratedly, and his lips curved. She had a feeling he didn’t do that often. He turned away, kept the steady pace, and she thought, Somewhere at the end of this better be a bed and a hot bath, and lots of room service.
No such luck. Just more jungle.
Mike listened for her footsteps instead of looking behind himself. She barely made a sound. What the heck she was doing in jail was something he’d learn later. Right now, getting out of here was essential. He didn’t want the notice and pissing off the Federales wasn’t good any way you looked at it.
When he felt they’d lost the troops, he stopped. She slammed into his back. He twisted, grabbing her before she fell. She was winded, sweating, not unusual in this country, but she looked like a drowned cat. Wisely, he didn’t say so.
“Okay, chief, you’re gonna have to cut the pace a little.” She bent over, her hands on her knees as she dragged in air.
“It was only a mile.”
“At top speed when it’s a hundred ten out here?” She tried to put some force in her words, but it just sounded like whining to Clancy. She hated whiners. “I run five miles, three times a week for years. But you…you’d clean up in the Olympics.”
“Keep up or I leave you behind,” he said coldly, then frowned at the GPS.
Cute and crabby, who knew? “Well, that would just ruin my day,” she bit back.
His gaze flashed to hers. “You want to be a fugitive?”
“No, but I’m still wondering why they wouldn’t let me contact the consulate.”
“Maybe because the nearest one is in the capital.”
“You’re kidding.”
His frown deepened. “Who arrested you?”
“Some jefe…Richora?” His features smoothed and Clancy said, “What?”
“You pissed off the wrong guy, lady. He’s corrupt as hell.”
She’d figured that out easy enough. “Abusive, too.”
Mike just noticed her swollen lip. “Richora won’t let this go. This is his jungle.”
Clancy didn’t need an explanation. He owned the people, not the land. Richora ruled, and she didn’t doubt that the smugglers who took her jeep handed it right over to him.
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