was why he’d killed Javier—because her brother had been going to testify that Luther Mills was a major drug dealer.
Clint shook his head. “I’m surprised it took him this long to go after you.”
She knew Luther had always had a thing for her, since they were kids in elementary school. Maybe that was why no one had ever hassled her growing up. But that had all changed now that he’d ordered the hit on her.
She glanced around the edge of the curtain. Neither of those teenagers looked hurt. They had no reason for being in the ER—except that they were probably looking for her.
“We need to get out of here,” Clint said.
And this time she didn’t argue with him. She knew she was in danger. And because of her, they had no backup.
* * *
Clint was glad he’d finally gotten through to Rosie. She took him the back way out of the ER, through the employees’ locker room. Once inside the stark white-tiled room, he riffled in some of the open lockers, taking only the things that would aid in their escape.
“You can’t do that!” she cried out in protest of his petty thefts as she glanced nervously at the door.
“I can guarantee that Luther sent more than a couple of teenagers out to look for you,” he said. “We need to disguise ourselves in case more of his crew is waiting outside the hospital for you.”
She opened her mouth, as if to argue some more. But he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them.
And all she did was gasp.
It wasn’t like he’d stripped down entirely in front of her. He wore boxers beneath his jeans. He stepped into the scrub pants and pulled them up, tying them low on his waist. They were too loose for him to tuck his weapon into the back of them, like he usually did with his jeans.
But he hadn’t smuggled his Glock into the hospital that way. He’d carried it in a pocket of his leather bomber jacket. But in case any of the shooters from her apartment were here, he needed to change his look. He needed to ditch his torn jacket. He grabbed a white doctor’s coat from another open locker and dropped his gun into the deep pocket of that before pulling it over the scrub shirt he already wore. A nurse, not Rosie, had had to cut off his torn and bloodied T-shirt.
“You can’t—” she began again in protest.
“I have to,” he interrupted.
Then he found her a parka with a fur-trimmed hood. Before they opened the back door that led out to the parking lot, he pulled the hood over her head. While he kept one hand in the deep pocket of that white jacket, wrapped around his weapon, he slid his other arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side.
She tensed against him and whispered, “What the hell are you doing?”
“My job,” he said. But he might have been enjoying her closeness a little too much. She smelled good—like vanilla and some other spice.
“What?” she asked, her voice cracking with fear as she peered around them. “Do you see someone out here?”
The employee parking lot was dimly lit, so Clint couldn’t see much. “No,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not out here, watching us.”
She looked up into his face, and her dark eyes were narrowed.
“If they’re looking for you,” he said, and he sincerely believed that they had been, “they’re going to be checking out the employee parking lot.”
She tried to wriggle out from beneath his arm. “But until we see someone, we don’t need to act like...”
“Like lovers,” he finished for her.
And she shuddered, probably in revulsion.
He would have laughed at her overreaction if it hadn’t depressed him. No matter how much he tried, he would never be able to get her to stop hating him.
“Nobody working for Luther will think it’s us walking through the lot if we’re acting like lovers,” he explained to her. “Everybody knows how much you hate me.”
Most of all him.
Maybe she’d taken that as a challenge, because she suddenly slid her arm around his waist and snuggled against his side. He tensed now, but not with revulsion. He tensed because his body was reacting to the closeness of hers.
She lifted her face to his and fluttered her lashes. “You’re right,” she said. “Everybody knows how much I hate you. They would never believe I’d be doing this...” Then she reached out and ran her fingertips along his jaw as she leaned even closer to him.
Now she was challenging him. And Clint had never turned away from a challenge before. He leaned down and brushed his mouth across hers.
She gasped in reaction.
And he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips against her silky soft ones. He nipped and nibbled at the fullness before sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted so damn sweet, like that vanilla he smelled on her, and she was so hot.
His body tensed even more as desire gripped him. He wanted her, but the only thing he should want was to protect her. With passion overwhelming him, he was too distracted—too unaware of what and who might be around them.
His brilliant plan to elude Luther’s crew had backfired. Instead of putting her in less danger, he’d put her and himself in more.
And not just in danger of being attacked.
He was in danger of wanting what he could never have: Rosie Mendez.
Parker cursed and barked into the phone. “How the hell did you lose him?”
“I didn’t know he was going to try to shake us,” the other man replied. “I thought he was probably taking a different route to the safe house.”
“But he’s not there,” Parker surmised.
“He hasn’t shown up yet.”
Where the hell could he have gone? He’d refused to go to the ER. And there was no way in hell he would have taken the witness back to her place, not after the two of them had nearly been killed at her apartment.
It must have been that close call and Clint saving her from getting shot that had had Ms. Mendez changing her mind about his being her bodyguard. And Parker had thought he’d gotten through to her as well. But maybe he hadn’t...
Maybe she had only agreed to have Clint as her bodyguard because she’d intended to ditch him and the security detail altogether the minute she had the chance.
Had she escaped Clint?
“Damn it,” Parker murmured.
He couldn’t have failed already in the assignment his stepfather had asked him to do. He couldn’t have lost the eyewitness who would have finally put Luther Mills behind bars for the rest of his miserable
