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His glare on me lingers for another moment before he yanks his door back open and climbs in. I rest my hand on my gun as he reaches for his. He tosses it in the passenger seat without looking up at me again. I don’t take my eyes off him as he pulls away from Dr. Litchfield’s home and turns the corner. I stand in the middle of the street and don’t move while I wait to make sure he doesn’t come back.

I’m about to climb back in my car and kiss any sleep goodbye that was in my short-term future when the porch light to the house pops on. I look up and a shadow appears in the window looking out the front of the house. I recognize the silhouette of her full head of dark hair. I remember how soft it was when I had her in my arms and pressed to my chest.

And the way it fanned out on the floor when I had her pinned below me.

There’s no better time to break the news that I just fired her rent-a-cop.

I give her a low wave and head for the front door.

This should be interesting.

7

TURNS ME ON

Evie

Iwatch him walk up to my front door. The same man who informed me that my husband paid a hitman to kill Chase and me.

Being a doctor trained me to sleep when I have the opportunity. It doesn’t matter what’s on my mind or how long or little time I have. I can sleep all night or catch a nap.

But that skill flew out the window when I learned my husband is trying to have us killed.

The minutes felt like a cheese grater dragging over raw skin. They were just that painful as I sat on the floor of my bedroom between Chase and the door staring at it as if the boogeyman would bust through at any given moment.

Finally, I had to get up and move.

The commotion at the end of my driveway freaked me out so badly, I almost dialed 9-1-1.

But when the interior light of the car popped on, I realized who it was. My sights zeroed in on the tattoos that intrigued the married woman in me for about two minutes before he told me why he was at my door and changed the course of my life forever.

And at the end of those muscled arms was a gun pointed at my security detail.

I have no idea what to think about the entire encounter I just watched go down on my street. I even zoomed in on it from my security cameras to get a better look.

But there’s no need to watch him through the cameras any longer. He’s walking up to my front door in the flesh.

I turn off my security system before flipping the deadbolt and turn the handle.

“What the hell was that?” I seethe through a whisper. “What are you doing here, and why did my security detail just leave?”

Special Agent Micah Emmett stops short of my front door and holds up a low hand, but doesn’t look me in the eyes. His intense blue eyes are lasered in on the gun fisted at my side.

He looks up at me and back to the gun before he mutters, “It looks like you’ve taken security into your own hands.” He looks back up to me and hikes a brow. “I’d like to tell you to put the gun down so I can explain what just happened. But I’m not gonna lie, a woman with a gun turns me on.”

My eyes widen.

Me with a gun freaks me the fuck out. I’ve actually never held one before today. When Jeff brought it into the house, we went round and round about the damn thing. I don’t want guns anywhere near Chase and didn’t see the point. We didn’t say no to one bell or whistle with the security company. The sales rep almost looked orgasmic when I kept adding to the plan and the bottom line kept ticking up like a bull market report on Wall Street.

But I relented when Jeff agreed to keep it locked up and put away.

I almost forgot about it until tonight when sleep evaded me.

After today, I’m grateful there’s a gun in the house. I might not have been able to sleep, but I have found it easier to breathe with it by my side.

But the DEA agent at my door telling me how a woman with a gun turns him on…

I’m not sure what to think about that, other than the fact I am definitely not his type of woman. Not that it means anything. I wouldn’t be his type even if I weren’t married.

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