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The sting of Malachi’s words was as sharp and raw as if he’d slashed her across the face with a razor.

Reeling with shock, Anna stared up at him. Her throat moved in an effort to form words, but no sound emerged from her mouth. She was choking on her own pain and rage. What if she were to tell him the truth about herself? Would he believe her, or would he simply hog-tie her like an animal and haul her off to the nearest lawman to claim the reward?

Malachi’s eyes glittered with contempt beneath the jutting crags of his brows. “You haven’t answered my question,” he said, slurring the words as if he had just awakened from a deep sleep. His lips were still wet and swollen from their soul-searing kiss. “How much did they pay you, Anna? If I get desperate enough I may make you an offer—strictly business, you understand.”