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Mr.
Castillo,”
she
said.
    He
didn’t
know
what
she
meant,
but
he
wasn’t
trying
especially
hard
to
parse
her
    words,
either.
She
had
a
nice
voice.
Sultry.
There
was
an
edge
to
her
words
and
her
tone
    was
modulated,
controlled,
but
he
imagined
that
same
voice
whispering
into
his
ear,
telling
    him
what
to
do
to
her…
    He
grinned.
    She
rolled
her
eyes.
“Mr.
Castillo,
do
you
understand
English?”
    He
raised
his
shoulders
slightly.
He
wasn’t
saying
a
damned
thing
until
she
put
down
    that
gun
or
else
used
it.
Didn’t
matter
to
him
either
way,
but
if
he
was
going
to
go,
he
hoped
    she’d
at
least
make
it
pleasant
for
him.
His
eyes
trailed
down
to
the
lacy
edging
of
her
    camisole.
The
black
of
the
trim
made
her
brown
skin’s
ruddiness
stand
out
in
a
lovely
    contrast.
Peanut
butter
with
a
hint
of
chocolate.
He
felt
his
grin
widen
as
he
pondered
how
    she’d
taste
if
he
dragged
his
tongue
along
that
teasing
collar.
    “I’m
not
here
to
hurt
you,
Mr.
Castillo.”
    He
shrugged
again,
and
this
time
let
his
gaze
trail
down
her
torso
to
the
breasts
    squeezed
together,
mounded
high
from
the
way
she
held
out
her
gun.
Bit
more
than
a
    handful.
He
bet
they’d
feel
like
a
dream
pressed
against
his
naked
chest.
And
when
was
the

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    last
time
he’d
been
naked
with
a
woman,
anyway?
Must
have
been
a
long
damn
time,
    because
his
temperature
didn’t
usually
go
from
a
healthy
ninety-‐eight-‐point-‐seven
to
    incendiary
in
ten
seconds
flat.
    “Your
brother
called
my
boss,”
she
continued,
and
he
struggled
to
focus
on
her
words.
    So,
this
was
the help Fabian
had
acquired.
Some help .
Felipe’s
gaze
trailed
down
her
    athletic
thighs
and
slender
calves
to
the
black
harness
boots
she
wore.
Good
leather,
    broken
in
and
not
just
for
show.
    He
rubbed
his
thumb’s
pad
idly
over
the
long
scar
on
his
waist
as
he
assessed
her.
By
    the
time
his
stare
made
it
back
up
to
her
face,
her
gaze
had
locked
on
his
hand,
fondling
    that
naked
skin
near
his
waistband.
    She
didn’t
stop
staring
until
he
ceased
rubbing.
Given
the
location
of
his
scar,
if
she’d
    noticed that ,
she
very
likely
noticed
the
swell
at
his
crotch
as
well.
The
room
was
bright
    with
that
hole
in
the
roof,
and
he
wasn’t
exactly
trying
to
hide
his
aroused
state.
After
all,
    she’d
come
after him .
She
deserved
whatever
eyeful
she
got.
    Her
gaze
met
his
again,
and
he
couldn’t
be
sure,
but
her
face
seemed
slightly
redder
    than
it
had
been
before.
Was
this
a
woman
easily
prone
to
embarrassment?
He
didn’t
think
    so.
A
woman
who
held
a
gun
with
that
kind
of
confidence
certainly
wouldn’t
be
    embarrassed
by
a
stranger’s
erection.
And
even
with
her
standing
there,
aware
of
him,
his
    arousal
didn’t
diminish
in
the
slightest
bit.
If
anything,
he
was
more
turned
on
by
their
    exchange.
Those
thighs
of
hers
would
probably
clamp
his
waist
tight
while
he
pressed
into
    her.
She
wouldn’t
just
lie
there
and
wait
for
him
to
finish.
No,
she’d
ask
for
more.
    He
grinned
again.
    This
time,
she
didn’t
respond
with
an
eye
roll.
    “I’m
going
to
put
my
gun
in
its
holster.”
She
pointed
to
the
empty
holster
with
her
free
    hand.
    He
didn’t
need
the
sign
language.
    “I
know
what
you’re
capable
of,”
she
said.
    Did
she?
    “Please
don’t
run.
My
job
is
to
get
you
somewhere
safe.”
    Just
her?
All
by
herself?
It
wasn’t
that
he
doubted
the
petite
gunslinger,
but
what
had
    Fabian
been
thinking?
He