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They raced the short distance from the picnic table to the red Ford Taurus, Trace keeping his body between Chloe and the direction the shots had come from. She opened the driver’s door and dived inside the car, lying flat across the seat. Trace followed right behind her, closing the car door, then landing on top of her.

“I can’t breathe,” Chloe gurgled, her face pressed against the seat cushion.

Trace levered himself up on his elbows, giving her enough room to turn onto her back. He lifted his head far enough to peer out the windshield, searching the dark shadows for some sign of the shooter.

“Get down,” she whispered harshly, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him toward her.

He sank onto her soft, voluptuous body and his breathing hitched. They fit together perfectly. The adrenaline fueling his blood turned into something more. His heart raced and his body reacted with a will of its own.

She stared up into his face. “I guess you’d better kiss me, Trace.”