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Which it might.

Fear of failure sent her pulse thundering in her ears as his face lowered to hers.

Her throat felt bone-dry, unused. “I still love you, Mac.” She repeated the line he had fed her. A lie spun to tell her his name, and imply it was a lot longer than five minutes since they first met.

“That’s better,” he murmured.

The touch of his mouth was cool, dry and almost impersonal, yet, too much. And they were being watched.

Her hand clutched a fistful of supple leather jacket to make it look real. Feeling herself lifted as if she were no bigger than a doll, she clung as she’d never clung to a man before, praying this man named Mac wouldn’t continue the wild scary ride that had begun with her staring down the muzzle of a gun.