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your shoes.” He surreptitiously slipped his index finger on the trigger of his gun while her stilettos bracketed his erection. She released her grip on the seat to finger the button of her blouse and opened it to reveal more creamy cleavage.
    “You shouldn’t be worried about anything. Just take your reward for being a Good Samaritan.” She wet her lips and let her eyelids shutter, the leather of her pants skimming over his legs as she worked the shoes up and down the erection tenting his trousers.
    “Close your eyes,” she told him. “I’ll do all the work.”
    He just smiled and dropped his head back, pretending to follow her orders but ready for her to slam a heel into his balls. She’d be dead before the pain hit his brain.
    She stroked harder, faster…and touched her breast with a sensual sigh. He waited, ready…but she seemed intent on pleasuring him.
    The first announcement of the arrival at the Gare du Nord filled the compartment, the French barely drowning out the thump of blood in his head. It was time to end the party, sadly. He lifted the gun.
    “Party’s over, Claudia. Pack up. You’re going to the French police.”
    “What?” She paled, her feisty feet suddenly still. “Why?”
    “Because I’m taking you in.”
    Confusion darkened her features. “For what?”
    For a moment, he almost believed her. Then he laughed. “You’re very good, Claudia, but I’m better. I’ve been in this game too long.” He leaned forward, lifting both her ankles in one hand to set her feet on the floor. “I like you, so I don’t want to shoot you. When we pull into the Gare du Nord, we’re going straight to the French police.”
    Her jaw completely unhinged. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “I’m talking about…” Was it possible he was wrong? No. This couldn’t be a coincidence. “Your effort to charm, mesmerize and foot fuck me.”
    “Look, I’m sorry.” She started buttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. “I’m not some kind of a hooker. I just was…fooling around.” Her voice hitched with a very believable crack. “Please, I didn’t know it was against the law. Please .”
    Doubt crept into his head. His instinct was rarely wrong. But was it possible this really was no more than a chance encounter?
    “I know what you want,” he pressed.
    Her golden-brown eyes flashed like flames. “I don’t want anything,” she insisted. “I was being…nice. And, evidently, stupid.”
    Was it possible he was completely wrong about her? He had to find out. He had to know. She was so intriguing, so beautiful, and so in the right place at the wrong—
    The door swooshed open and a conductor barged in.
    “We’ve already had our tickets punched,” Donovan said quickly, shooing him out.
    The man’s hand slipped from beneath his uniform, drawing a pistol he instantly aimed at Claudia’s temple.
    Over her shocked shriek, he made his demand. “Give me the diamonds or I’ll splatter her brains all over this compartment.”
    * * *
    Either she was in the wrong place at the wrong time or she was a hell of a good actress because blood drained from Claudia’s face, her eyes popped wide, her next breath trapped in terror. All very…convincing.
    “Please…” Her voice was no more than a croak. “Give him what he wants.”
    The Glock was still secure in his hand. But if Donovan so much as lifted that pistol, this woman would be dead. And while that wouldn’t bother him if she were a plant and part of the ruse…it would piss the hell out of him if she were an innocent fashion accessory buyer on a trip to Europe.
    “Pick the gun up with two fingers and throw it into the aisle, Mr. Rush, or this woman will die.”
    She might anyway, and she obviously knew it. Claudia’s eyes brimmed with fearful tears, a plea for her life emanated from every cell.
    “The gun,” the conductor repeated, as calmly as if he were asking for his ticket.
    Was her life worth two million in diamonds? Not if she