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if Eduardo Sanchez knew she was working with the FBI, that would all change in the blink of an eye.
    She watched him walk back to the car with the keys in his hands. When he reached the car, he hit the button to release the trunk and it popped open. She got out of the car and joined him at the back of the car.
    “Two rooms?” she asked.
    “Yes, adjoining. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
    “Would it matter?”
    “No.”
    He pulled both suitcases out of the trunk and slammed it shut. With both keys still in his hand, he picked up both bags and walked with her toward the building, checking the numbers on the door to find their rooms. When they got there, he dropped his bag on the ground to open the first door. But she clutched his hand and took both keys.
    His eyebrows pulled together. “I can do that.”
    “So can I,” she said, putting the card in the slot and waiting for the green light so she could open the door. When it pushed open, she grabbed his bag.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “You said the rooms were adjoining. You can bring your bags in through here.”
    “I need to unlock the door in the other room.”
    She nodded and handed him the other key. “Just for the record, I’m glad they’re adjoining rooms.”
    “Are you frightened?”
    “Not if I know I can run to you in the middle of the night if I need to. I’ll unlock the other door in here.”
    A slow burn brewed inside him as he watched her walk into her room. He shut the door and pulled on it to make sure it locked. He’d put the deadbolt on when he got inside. Then he took a few steps to reach the other door that would be his room for the night.
    He paused with his hand on the key. He was already feeling a stirring for the woman and their trip had only just begun. How in the hell was he going to last a week in close quarters with his family watching their every move without them catching wind of the truth? He was wildly attracted to Georgie Garcia. He only hoped he could sleep tonight with her just a few feet away in the next room. But he feared the fantasies that had been playing out in his mind for the past few hours would prevent him from sleeping. And if she did run to him in the middle of the night, out of fear, or something more, would he be able to hold back this need that had been building inside him?
    He didn’t know. He didn’t know if he wanted to. All he knew is that this was the first of many nights he’d have to be near Georgie Garcia.
     
    * * *
     
    When they’d reached Nebraska, he’d let her drive. Georgie sat in the driver’s seat looking at the road ahead, thankful she had something to concentrate on. Another day of watching trees and street signs rush past her and she was going to flip out. Of course, this was Nebraska. There was nothing but farms on both sides of the road for miles on end. How did long distance truck drivers stand this?
     
     
    “We’ve tapped your cell phone,” Julian said.
    He’d been engrossed in reading information off his tablet for the last half hour, so his admission startled her.
    When she said nothing, he continued. “Every call that comes into your phone will be recorded. So if you have a boyfriend you want to talk romantic with, don’t do it on your phone.”
    Her cheeks flamed and she hoped Julian didn’t notice. “There’s no boyfriend in that file of yours, is there?”
    “No,” he said, giving her a half grin.
    “You already know so much about me and my life, why would you expect one to call me?”
    “I don’t. I just want to be fair and warn you.”
    “Well thanks for the warning. But it’s not necessary.”
    “Still, if Eduardo or Angela calls you for any reason, any reason at all, alert me right away. Even if it’s in the middle of the night.”
    “That brings up a good point that we need to discuss. Last night we slept in different rooms. What about when we get to your parents’ house?”
    He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. Clearly he