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his thick sweater.
    She shook him gently. “Wake up,” she urged. “We’ve got to get out of here before they all come back.”
    No response. A sick feeling roiled in the pit of her stomach. This was the guy who was supposed to keep her alive long enough to save her sister, and he was face-planted on the floor, out like a light.
    She looked around the masculine suite, with its hardwood floors, rustic furnishings, rough-hewn oak ceiling and massive stone fireplace. The far wall on either side of the fireplace was glass. The window faced the mountain and framed a postcard-perfect view of snow and skiers. A kitchenette opened up off one side of the living room, and a bedroom lay in the other direction.
    She jumped up and raced into the tiny kitchen. She doused a dish towel in cold water, wrung it out and carried it back to Dutch.
    She pushed on his shoulder to roll him over. Lord, he was heavy. As densely muscled as he’d looked in the steam room through the wet haze and her own breathless reaction, he was even more impressive than she remembered. Charlie Squad’s six-man team was renowned for its crazy level of fitness, but he went beyond fit to flat-out gorgeous.
    With a grunt of effort, she managed to turn him on his back. His blue eyes stared up at her glassily under half-closed lids. Ohmigod. Was he dead? Frantically she fumbled at his neck, searching for a pulse. Finally, her fingertips found a strong, steady throbbing under his chin.
    She sagged over him in relief and held back an urge to cry. It was too much. She was so tired of running. So tired of hiding, of constant fear, of never knowing if the next person she saw would be the one there to kill her.
    Utter desperation had driven her to make that phone call two days ago. She had no illusions about how Jim Dutcher would feel about her. He might have saved her life ten years ago, but he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
    Problem was, there was no one else for her to call. Nobody left to turn to for help. Her father’s associates were too terrified of him to lift a finger for her. The FBI would arrest her on sight and lock her away for the rest of her life for her part in her father’s crime empire. No matter that she’d been coerced into doing his financial dirty work. Even Charlie Squad, the one enemy her father truly feared, would kill her on sight.
    She’d never wanted to set up Charlie Squad. Had hated being used as bait to trap them. But her father knew what buttons to push. He always got his way. He’d threatened to hurt her little sister, and Julie had caved in like she always did. She couldn’t blame Dutch—all of Charlie Squad for that matter—for wanting her dead. Especially after Dutch’s brother got killed in the ambush she’d led them into.
    She’d give up this fight to finally break away from her father right now if it weren’t for Carina. But her sister’s plight left Julia with no choice. She had to keep going. Had to see this mess through. Carina’s life was on the line now. And that changed everything.
    Julia had raised Carina like her own daughter when their mother died. She’d been eight and Carina two and there’d been no one else to do it. The servants were too frightened to step into a parental role for the children of their violent and vicious employer. Thankfully, Eduardo had never turned that ruthlessness on the two of them. Until now. Until Carina tried to run away and get out from under his heavy thumb.
    It still took Julia’s breath away to think that her father had actually kidnapped Carina. His own daughter! She wastwenty-four years old, for goodness sake. He couldn’t control her life forever.
    Her mouth tightened at the bitter taste of irony. Eduardo was still in complete control of her life, and she was thirty years old. But that was over. He’d crossed the line when he’d put Carina in danger. She was getting both herself and her sister out from under his domination once and for all. She’d even stolen