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something like that—and I needed the ten grand he offered for playing in the treasure hunt.”
    He widened his eyes and stared at her for a second or two. “Frankie Lash? Treasure hunt?”
    “Yes. I had to put the bag on the trolley and—”
    “Oh, fuck.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing. I can’t take you home.”
    “Whatever.”
    “You say that a lot.”
    “You know, for a man who keeps asking me to be quiet, you’re asking an awful lot of questions, which then makes me have to answer.”
    Bishop went silent. Fallan smiled. Ten minutes in his company and she was already driving him crazy. If she kept this up, he’d be glad to dump her at the earliest opportunity.
    A brief turn into a narrow lane and Bishop stopped the car and shut off the lights.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    Bishop grabbed her jacket and slammed his lips on hers. The move was so unexpected Fallan didn’t respond. She struggled to get away from him, but, pressed up against the window as she was, she couldn’t move. He pushed his tongue through and, before she knew what was happening, she was kissing him back. He tasted good, but she was fucked if she’d let him just take what he wanted.
    A knock on the window snapped them apart. She gasped, heart thumping wildly, and sat straight, her lips sore from his light stubble.
    “If you speak, or scream, or do anything to fuck this up, I’ll kill you.” Bishop pressed a button and the window moved down, the squeaking noise loud against the sound of her breathing.
    Licking her lips, she darted a glance at Bishop. His lips were shiny and looked as swollen as hers felt.
    “What are you two doing here?” A policeman shone a torch on both of them.
    She just had to speak out, to tell him she’d been taken against her will, but Bishop laid one hand on her thigh and squeezed. The officer obviously saw something else in the action as he snorted and directed the beam at Bishop.
    “I’m sorry, Officer, but this fine woman at my side just agreed to be my wife, so we stopped and… Well, sorry, we shouldn’t have.”
    Fallan widened her eyes, then smiled, even though it felt forced and fake. “What can I say, a dangerous -looking man is always someone I like being kissed by in a lane in the middle of nowhere when I’d much rather be home.” Please let him realise what I mean, please…
    Bishop squeezed her thigh harder.
    “Well, move it on,” the officer said. “I don’t want to have to charge you two with indecent behaviour.” He slammed a palm on the roof then stepped back to wave them off.
    Bishop closed the window, started the car and reversed out of the lane.
    She stared at the officer, pleading with her eyes, but he only nodded then returned to his motorbike.
    “What did I tell you?” Bishop asked.
    “That if I said anything you’d—”
    “Do you have a death wish?”
    “I wasn’t aware I had one, but it seems I do, yes.”
    “I saw the policeman pull up back there,” he said. “I needed to create a distraction and kissing you was the only thing I could come up with.”
    “Oh,” she said, getting ready to give him a heavy dose of sarcasm, “and there was me thinking I was irresistible.”
    “Be quiet.”
    She obeyed this time. Several minutes later he pulled up alongside a river.
    “Are you going to kill me? Dump me in there?” Despite her strong voice, she was panicking inside. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scrambled for the lock, knowing it was futile but going with her instincts.
    Bishop placed his arm across her chest and pushed her back in her seat. The strength from his move terrified her.
    “I don’t kill women after I’ve just kissed them. Besides, I don’t think you’re who I thought you were. But I still can’t take you home.”
    Fallan raised her hand and slapped him across the face. “Don’t you dare talk to me as though what you’ve done is nothing. I haven’t done anything wrong, and you can tell that to Frankie Lash. I did what he said and I want