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The urge to run hit him, but he stood immobilized as he listened to heels clicking on the floor in the main office area. On reflex, he catalogued the weapons within range: his gun at his hip, his backup firearm in the ankle holster, the knife in his pocket.

Then the door swung open and a pair of familiar eyes, fringed with thick lashes, scanned the break room before they zeroed in on him.

Oh, heck. She was definitely his Lilly Tanner.

Yet she was nothing like the girl he remembered.

“Good morning, gentlemen.” Her voice was a sexy purr, enough to make a man sit up and pay attention