The Millionaire's Cinderella: Renegade Millionaire / Billionaire Bachelors: Gray / Her Convenient Millionaire. KRISTI GOLD

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      A scruffy scarecrow of a guy wearing a dirty cap and threadbare flannel shirt, his lecherous grin exposing a sparse display of yellowed teeth, stood at the opposing end of the bench. The smell of stale beer and cigarettes carried on the faint January breeze, causing Joanna’s empty stomach to pitch.

      The big man nodded toward his partner. “Mind if my friend has a seat?”

      Before Joanna could issue a protest, the second man took his place on the other side of her. Wonderful. Flanked by offensive lowlifes.

      Focusing straight ahead at the street, she became more than a little wary when in her peripheral vision she noted both of them staring.

      “You want a smoke, missy?” the skinny guy said, his voice rough as unfinished pine.

      She hugged her arms closer to her middle and shot him a look of disdain. “No, thanks.”

      The big guy released a grating chuckle. “Maybe you want to go down the street and have a beer with us. Take a walk on the wild side.”

      Not with these animals. “I don’t drink.”

      The ogre inched closer, his massive thigh brushing hers. “Aw, come on now. Everyone needs a drink now and then.”

      Considering his breath, he’d probably had plenty. She shuddered. “Not me.”

      He tipped his head close to her shoulder. “You sure are sweet.”

      Joanna bolted from the bench and faced them, trying hard to hide her fear behind a toughness she didn’t feel. “Don’t trust appearances, mister. I can be downright mean when I have to be.”

      The ape snorted. “I bet you can be bad, too.” The skinny one let go a round of wheezing chuckles.

      Joanna slipped her hand inside her bag, then remembered she hadn’t replaced her pepper spray since she’d changed purses the other night. Turning toward the street only enough to keep the pair in her sights, she silently cursed her stupidity for not getting out of there at the first sign of trouble. Where was the darned bus?

      Joanna sensed movement, then felt the heavy weight of a huge arm draped around her neck, a hand rubbing her shoulder. Frozen by fear, she stiffened her frame and tried to plan what she should do next. Kick him in the groin and run back to the hospital? The parking lot stood between her and the main building. A big parking lot filled with only a few cars and probably fewer people.

      No, she wouldn’t run. She wouldn’t let them see her fear.

      With a sigh, she yanked the man’s arm from her shoulder and stepped to one side. “Look, I’m not interested in a beer, or a good time. I’m heading home to my husband who happens to be a cop. So if I were you, I’d keep my hands to myself before I drew back a nub.”

      “I’d do what the lady says, because if she doesn’t take care of you, I will.”

      Joanna looked from her harassers to Rio Madrid, standing behind the bench, his hands hidden away in the pockets of a black leather jacket, his eyes dark and intense. He looked predatory, ready to pounce.

      He came around the bench and put himself between Joanna and the strangers. “Move on, amigos. Find yourself some other woman.”

      The ragtag pair faced him. The big one was several inches taller than the doctor and looked just as threatening. “Maybe we don’t want another woman.”

      Rio wrapped one arm around Joanna in a protective embrace. She heard a click and realized someone had produced a knife or a switchblade. Her throat constricted, her body stiffened. Then she realized it was the doctor who had the weapon when the giant glanced at Rio’s hand that Joanna couldn’t see.

      The man backed off, looking paranoid. “Okay. Take her. She ain’t that great, anyway.” He turned away, his partner close on his heels muttering, “Crazy cop.”

      Rio braced his hands on Joanna’s shoulders and turned her to face him. “Are you okay?” he asked with concern.

      “I was handling them just fine.”

      “Looks to me like he was doing all the handling.”

      “I’m sure he’s harmless. He certainly couldn’t get away fast enough from you. Then again, maybe it was the knife.”

      Rio dropped his hands and produced the weapon in question from his jacket, snapping open the lengthy blade with a click. “I’ve had it since I was thirteen. It’s dull as dirt, but it looks like it could do some damage.” He retracted the blade and slipped it back into his pocket.

      “Obviously it was convincing enough,” she said.

      “Either that, or he thinks I’m your husband working undercover. He probably has some pot stashed somewhere. So is it true?”

      Joanna couldn’t help but smile, mainly from relief. “He didn’t offer me any pot, just a walk on the wild side.”

      Rio’s smile came halfway, but was no less effective than a complete one. “I meant the thing about your husband being a cop.”

      “I’m divorced, and no, he wasn’t a cop.” He wasn’t much of anything. “Chances are my ex would’ve tried to pay those creeps to leave me alone, unless he decided to let them have me.” Joanna clamped her mouth shut. She couldn’t believe she’d said such a thing. Never had she talked so openly about Adam to anyone. She wasn’t inclined to let her bitterness show.

      The doctor streaked a hand over his scalp. “Sounds like good riddance on all counts.”

      She couldn’t agree more. She also didn’t understand Rio Madrid’s sudden appearance, even though she certainly appreciated it. “What are you doing here?”

      “I came looking for you, and I’m glad I did.”

      So was Joanna, but she wouldn’t make that admission. “Is something wrong with Mrs. Gonzales?”

      “No, she’s doing great.”

      “Then what can I do for you?”

      “I thought I’d try to convince you to have that cup of coffee.” He studied her for a long moment. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

      “I’m fine. Really.”

      “You’re shaking.”

      “I’m cold.” She was also lying.

      Stripping out of his jacket, he put it around her shoulders. It smelled like leather and the spicy scent that had washed over her sparked her fantasies, that one memorable night in his arms.

      “Better?” he asked.

      She was somewhat warmer, but not as warm as she’d been when he’d held her close to his side. “Much, but now you’re going to be cold.”

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