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question, and she would never forget her answer. She just wanted to hug the woman. Milla had spent nights wondering how things had played out. Usually the questions were playful, but that one had been so serious. The stupid Internet had kept the question asker anonymous, and Milla had hoped the whole thing had been a prank. But there had been a real person on the end of the debacle.
    “What did you just say?” Fart’s eyes grew larger and his nostrils flared.
    Gage Daxson threw his hands in the air, his facial expression clearly saying, What the fuck?
    Maybe it was a crazy time to take a stand on women’s lib. Possibly there was a better forum to speak her mind. But damn it all to hell, gun or no gun, this guy wasn’t going to boss her around.
    “I said only an asshole hits his girlfriend.” Then Milla gave the gunman a strong, proud middle finger.
    He responded with a sneer and leveled the gun at her head. “Did you say you were Milla Kierce?”
    Milla’s mouth went dry. “And if I was?” She tried to avoid seeing Gage pulling at his own hair.
    Fart smiled. “If you’re Milla Kierce you’re going to wish I’d killed you hours ago.” He waved Gage over closer to Milla. “Get her naked. I want a show.”

Chapter 7
    White Hot Heat
    T HERE M UST B E W ORSE T HINGS than being naked in front of two strange men. Milla was sure of that. Well, pretty sure. But at the moment, nothing seemed worse. The rock star bit his tongue and moved slowly to where she stood. Fart went for his pants again.
    “You couldn’t stop talking? Now look what we’ve got to do.” Gage pulled her against his chest.
    She stared at his throat, contemplating fighting him. She watched his Adam’s apple as she explained herself. “I hate bullies.”
    Her hair moved as he replied. “I get that. But if we work together, we might live. Do you like living?”
    She nodded.
    Gage tilted her face toward his with his knuckle. “Then pretend to like this. A lot.”
    And then he was all over her. His hands, his lips. He pushed her against the wall and became her boyfriend and semi-gynecologist with a few masterful moves. Making love to a woman was a sport for this guy, obviously. Milla did her best to keep up, to match his enthusiasm, but she couldn’t stop taking peeks at Fart. The man was working hard at his belt with his one available hand. She tried to feel Gage’s chest, to touch something on him, but her joints had rusted over. Every forced move was jagged. She almost punched him twice: once by misjudging where his cheek was and the other when he touched a part of her body that was hard wired to her ovaries.
    Once he was dry-humping her, she realized he was being as pornotastic as he could without actually causing her to be naked. And she hated him a little less. He kissed her neck and licked his way to her ear.
    “I’m trying to hold out for the police. Kiss me back.”
    She took her eyes from Fart and looked at the man who might very well be the person she would die with. At least he had a plan. She stilled his feverish antics and cradled his face. She smiled at him. It sort of made sense—if the boat was sinking, might as well slam a few cocktails and turn the music up loud. She explored his familiar face with her fingertips. His full lips, sharp cheekbones, she just cherished him for being a guy who wasn’t trying to kill her. She went to her tiptoes and pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead. Then she kissed the tip of his nose.
    “I’m sorry you have no privacy. You should have that. I’m sure I’m not the only one who wishes you well.”
    Gage blinked in surprise. It was as if he refocused on her, finally seeing her. His voice was gruff. “Thanks.”
    And then Milla Kierce kissed the handsome man like it was the end of the world.

    Gage had kissed maybe a million girls. But this girl, this kiss in a crazy room with a gun held to his head was changing his soul. It was the look in her eyes, the intense kindness that