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More bullets hit my car. I dropped, just as a window shattered. Glass scattered over me, and I felt a sharp sting on my face.

A second later, Kavner slid in beside me.

“Are you crazy?” I yelled.

“Are you crazy?” he yelled back. “You stood up.”

“So he wouldn’t shoot you!”

“Well, I wasn’t in the mood to see you riddled with bullets,” he growled.

“I was in cover.” He was safe. I pressed a hand to my chest, and my gaze dropped. “I hope you have a permit for that.”

He made an annoyed sound. “Sorry to disappoint, but I do.”

As a Treasury agent, I wasn’t armed, but I made it a point to visit the range when I could.

I felt the slow slide of blood down the side of my face and winced. There was a squeal of tires.

Kavner peered over the hood of my car. It was strange that he looked so comfortable with a gun in his hand.

“SUV just pulled out.” He muttered a curse. “Didn’t get the plate.”

Now that the danger was over, pain made itself known. My knee was throbbing, and it felt like I’d taken skin off it. The side of my face was stinging. I reached up and touched my temple. When I pulled my hand away, I saw blood. A wave of dizziness hit me.

I’d almost died.

If the shooter had been better, I’d be lying dead on the road right now.

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KAVNER

Anger burned hot, like a fire flaring into an inferno. I fucking hated anyone who attacked a woman.

My brothers and I had suffered through childhoods filled with violence, until we were old enough to fight back.

Now to see some asshole shooting at London…

Seeing the bullets flying around her had sent me into overdrive. A part of me wanted to chase the bastard and make him pay. But a larger part of me had to make sure she was all right.

“London?” I cupped her chin.

She looked up and that’s when I realized she looked a little dazed. Blood ran down the side of her head and my jaw tightened. She’d been nicked by glass. I slid my handgun back into the waistband of my pants.

“Let me look.” I tilted her head.

“I’m okay.” Her voice was shaky.

“No, you’re not. Let me help you.”

She swallowed and gave a tiny nod.

There was a nasty cut on her temple. I pulled out a clean handkerchief and pressed it to her head.

“You have a cut. I can’t see how bad it is. Hold onto me and I’ll help you up.”

She hesitated.

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