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“Hold on—are we in some sort of danger?”

Looking into Avery’s wide eyes, Ryan let a wry chuckle escape his throat. He removed her hands from his lapels and held her wrists. “Right now I can’t decide if you’re honestly that clueless or if you’re the world’s best liar.”

She jerked away from his grip as if he’d burned her. Another twinge of regret jolted through him. He forced himself to remember it was a good sign, that feeling. It meant he had at least a shred of humanity left in him, which was saying something after all he’d seen and done in his life.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “I thought you were conducting routine surveillance tonight, nothing dangerous. Otherwise, the whole team would’ve been here to—”

In time with the pounding bass from the ballroom, a booming shot rang out nearby. A second shot followed before he could react, lodging in the wall behind Avery. She shrieked.

Ryan pushed her ahead of him down the stairs as he retrieved his S&W .45. “Change of plans. How fast can you run?”