Page 34 of When He Hunts

“You’re afraid of me,” he rasped. A rasp that sent a second shiver over her.

She was still staring at a dead body and being held way too easily by Ronan’s strength. “You saved me.” That was what he’d done. The man on the floor—he’d wanted to kill her the previous night. If Ronan hadn’t stopped him then—and now—she would be dead.

“That’s the job.”

I’m the job.

She twisted in his grasp. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Never happening.”

She froze. “Never?”

“I—shit, what I meant was?—”

“Clear outside.” Kane. He was back and standing close to them. “Time to haul her out.” He flashed another smile at Luna. “Thanks again for caring. I’ll remember that.”

He smiled even as Luna threw out her hands and tried to grab hold of the door in order to stop Ronan from carrying her out.

Kane laughed. “She’s adorable.”

She was freaking out, that was what she was doing. “Stop it! Ronan, seriously, let me go!” The caveman routine had to end. “We can’t go rushing out and leave a dead body behind!” That wasn’t the way things were done. Like, ever. And shouldn’t a federal agent know that stuff?

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure the body vanishes,” Kane promised. “I’m on it.”

Her eyes widened.

“There are gators around, right, Ronan?”

Her nails dug into the wood of the doorframe. “What is happening? Good guys don’t feed dead bodies to gators!” That was an understood rule in the world. If it wasn’t understood, it should be.

Ronan tugged her over the threshold. “I just killed a man, princess. How the hell does that make me good?”

A bleeding Kane stalked out with them. He had his gun drawn as he trailed them to the SUV. Ronan tucked her in the passenger seat. Slammed the door.

What is happening?

Her breath kept sawing in and out. In and out. Ronan was pausing to talk with Kane. To check his wound. She grabbed for the glove box and hauled out a manilla envelope. IDs—driver’s licenses and passports—spilled into her hands.

Information on her. A new name.

Information on Ronan. Only…

He jumped into the driver’s seat. “Looks like you found our IDs and our destination.”

Yes, a destination had been included with the IDs. And surely, the location was wrong. The IDs had to be wrong. None of this could be happening.

“Where are we headed?”

She swallowed. “Florida.”

“Ah. The home of even bigger gators.” His lips twisted. “And snakes. Dammit. Gray can be such a prick some days.”

Her breath choked out. “We’re going to a couple’s-only retreat in the Keys.” She’d only seen the front of the brochure that had been included, but the text had been big and bold.Get swept away to an exclusive adult island.

He’d gotten a look at the IDs and gone still.

She wet her lips. “We’re going there because…we’re a couple.” She’d seen the new name that she had. Andhisnew name.

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