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then her face. Grinning, Jackson said, “It’s a pleasure seeing you. I look forward to next time.”

Sunni was outraged. And dangerous or not, this man needed to know she wasn’t going to go down easy. He also needed to know there was more beneath her red silk dress than a memorable set of bubbles. She had long legs that could run a six-minute mile. And she was no slouch on the firing range with her .22 automatic.

Chin raised, Sunni corrected, “You mean meeting me, don’t you…Jackson?”

Undaunted by her challenge, his grin opened up. “Yes. That, too.”