Navy SEAL Security. Carol Ericson

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      Riley could protect her. He knew the danger she faced, but he couldn’t drag her out of her house if she didn’t want to go. And she clearly didn’t want to go.

      He brushed her knotted hair from her face. “Okay, beach girl. You call the cops and stay safe.”

      “Hold on.” She spun around and rummaged through a purse on the desk by the front window. She withdrew her hand, clutching several bills between her fingers. “Take this. And you stay safe, too.”

      His hand covered hers and he drew her close. She smelled like the sea, tangy and fresh. He had bent his head to brush her lips with his when a movement outside the window caught his attention.

      With a grunt, Riley threw both of his arms around Amy. As they tumbled to the floor, she opened her mouth to scream. He clapped his hand across her lips for the second time that day.

      Chapter Three

      He’d fooled her. He planned to kill her and had just been stringing her along for his sadistic pleasure.

      She was batting a thousand—a married man and now a killer.

      Riley brushed her ear with a whisper. “They’re outside.”

      His words sent a river of chills down her spine, and she reflexively dug her nails into his back.

      “Stay low.” Riley heaved to a crouching position and tugged at the waistband of her jeans. “Let’s go out the back.”

      Amy slid across the floor on her belly, twisting her head toward the front window. Adrenaline charged through her body when she saw the outline of a gun.

      She wriggled faster, like a snake shedding its skin. When she reached the kitchen, she gagged at the sight of Carlos on the floor.

      Riley rose to his haunches. “Get the back door.”

      Turning the knob, she eased open the door, scooping in deep breaths of fresh air. Riley bumped her outside and told her to close the door behind them. He really didn’t want to leave any fingerprints in her house.

      She grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the small backyard. “This way.”

      They dashed across the lawn, the wet grass sticking to her feet in their flimsy flip-flops. Riley cinched her around the waist and hoisted her up the fence. She clambered over and fell into her neighbor’s yard. Riley swooped over the fence after her.

      “Let’s keep running and hope we don’t meet a dog.”

      She yanked on the hem of his board shorts. “Do you still have those keys you took out of Carlos’s pocket?”

      He patted his own pocket. “Yep.”

      “He used to park his car on the side street. We can get to it from here without going to the front of the house.”

      “You’re brilliant, beach girl.” He grabbed her head with both hands and kissed her forehead.

      Not exactly the kiss she’d anticipated in the house, but it would do—for now.

      They crouched at the side of the house behind hers, then charged through the gate, stumbling into her neighbor’s front yard.

      “This street.” She pointed to the left and they hit the sidewalk running. Two kids playing basketball with a garage hoop looked up and snickered as they jogged by.

      They reached the corner and Riley held her back. “Hang on.”

      He peered both ways down the street. “It’s clear. Which car is his?”

      She pointed to Carlos’s black BMW parked at the curb. When they’d dated, she’d always wondered why he’d preferred to park his car on the street around the corner from her house. He’d told her there was less traffic on this street, and he’d wanted to protect his car. He’d really wanted to protect himself.

      Guess that hadn’t worked out for him today.

      “On the count of three, sprint for the car.” Riley held up the keys. “I won’t hit the remote until we get there…just in case they’re closer than we think.”

      Amy kicked off her flip-flops and scooped them up from the sidewalk with one hand. Holding her breath, she waited for Riley’s signal. At three, she shot off as if she was heading into the ocean for a rescue.

      The car alarm beeped once, and she grabbed the handle and dropped onto the leather seat. Before she closed the door, the car lurched forward and Riley careened around the corner. Panting, Amy twisted in her seat. No headlights followed them.

      She snapped on her seat belt and leaned against the headrest, closing her eyes. “Where to?”

      “I can drop you off at the police station or at least down the block from the police station. Then you can report everything, and they’ll come back to the house with you. Those men won’t try anything with the cops there.”

      She stuffed her feet into her flip-flops. “What about when the cops leave?”

      “Can you stay with someone for a few days until this blows over? Chances are once Carlos’s killers realize you don’t know anything, and you keep your distance from me, they’ll leave you alone.”

      “Chances are?” She gripped the edge of the seat, her damp hands slipping off the leather.

      “Those boys have bigger fish to fry to risk going after a witness who may or may not even be a witness.”

      “All right then. Take me to the police station.” She knotted her fingers in her lap. “What should I tell them…about you, I mean?”

      His boyish grin danced across his face. “Tell them the truth. I have a feeling nothing-but will do for you.”

      “I’ll tell them you saved my life…twice.”

      He cocked his head. “Are you always so loyal?”

      “I don’t know about that. If you’re telling me the truth, you don’t need to be locked up in a jail cell while the cops try to figure out your involvement and degree of culpability. Sometimes the cops aren’t too particular.”

      He squeezed her clenched hands with a firm grasp. “Don’t worry about me, beach girl. The cops aren’t going to find me.”

      She glanced at his large hand, brown from the sun, his calluses rough against her skin. “What are you, Riley?”

      “I told you before, the less you know, the better. This way you don’t have to lie to the cops.”

      She snorted. “I don’t mind lying to the cops if there’s a good reason. Where will you go after you drop me off? You’re not finished with those men, are you?”

      His mouth formed a thin line as he fumbled with Carlos’s built-in GPS. Amy sighed. She’d never know anything more about him than his name—and how his body felt СКАЧАТЬ