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but saw only darkness. Air puffed through the small bullet hole in the rear window. “I can’t believe they shot at us. Do you think you’ve lost them?”
    “With any luck.”
    Leslie’s insides trembled and the draining adrenaline left her cold. She’d never been in such a terrifying situation.
    They rode for a few minutes in tense silence as the night grew darker. Her breathing evened out. Still, she couldn’t think what to do next. The chaos had jumbled her thoughts.
    Scott’s big hands on the steering wheel and his muscular forearms proved a calming influence. He was like a rock, so confident and sure of himself. He’d saved her life. While putting his own in danger. Would Fletcher have attacked a man with a gun, even if he were capable?
    ***
    A short time later, Scott took Leslie to his friend Paul’s house, where he called the police to report the gunshots.
    Leslie’s stomach knotted, both because of the danger they’d been in and because now she needed to call Fletcher. “Could I use your phone to call my boyfriend?” she asked Paul, an attractive blond man who was smaller and shorter than Scott.
    Paul darted a puzzled glance at Scott. “Sure.”
    Scott moved toward the kitchen area of the rustic great room with Paul, but that didn’t give her much privacy. Too unnerved to sit, she paced behind the brown leather sofa while dialing Fletcher’s number.
    “Fletcher here,” said a surly voice on the other end of the phone line. Fletcher never got surly.
    “Fletcher, thank God!”
    “Leslie?” The pitch of his voice rose. “Where are you? I’m outside the locked gates waiting for you. They’ve closed up. Why didn’t you call me?”
    She filled him in on the purse-snatching, attempt to steal her amulet, and shots fired at them. “A nice man saved my life and helped me get away from them. I’ll meet you at the plantation gate as soon as I can.”
    “We’re not going back there,” Scott interrupted from across the room. “Tell him to go home or back to your hotel.”
    Leslie scowled at Scott’s loud, bossy tone and signaled for him to be quiet with a wave of her hand. But he did have a good idea. “Fletcher, you should go back to the beach house. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “Who is this man you mentioned? I want to talk to him.”
    “The tall guy who helped me before when the jerk tried to snatch my amulet.”
    Scott approached her, pausing in front of the huge rock fireplace. “What was in your purse?”
    She covered the receiver, wondering why he’d asked that. “Everything. My phone, wallet, credit cards, license, money, keys.”
    “Information about the beach house you rented? The address?”
    “Oh crap, the rental agreement!”
    “Where are you?” Fletcher demanded for the third time in her ear.
    Quick thoughts zipped through her head. Not that she could tell him how to get to Paul’s house anyway.
    “He wants to know where we are,” Leslie whispered.
    Scott shook his head. “Don’t tell him. After the thieves lost us, they might have circled back to the Games. They could be standing nearby and he wouldn’t even know it. If that’s the case, they’d follow him here.”
    “Listen, Fletcher. We’ll both be safer if I don’t tell you where I am. The rental agreement and the key to the beach house were in my purse. The thugs will know the location of the beach house. It won’t be safe for you to go there.”
    “I’ll call the police and have them check the place out.”
    “That’s a great idea. Be careful! Go to a hotel for the night. I’ll call you later. Bye.” She clicked the phone off.
    “What did he say?” Scott asked.
    “Fletcher’s going to call the police and have them check the beach house.” She set the phone in the charger and suddenly felt the need to get away from Scott and his overpowering magnetism. “Can I use your restroom?” she asked Paul.
    “Yeah, it’s down there.” Paul pointed toward a short hallway.
    Once inside the