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immediately bring his hand back up. This time, that hand was holding a knife. “It goes something like this…”
    Kurt tried to grab his own weapon, but the guy had already attacked. The knife sank  into his chest and Kurt slammed into the bar. He looked down and saw the blood covering his shirt.
    “See? Not hard at all.”
    Kurt hit the floor. He slammed down, hitting the dirty concrete floor of The Blade face-first.
    “Never pay someone for the job you can do yourself.”
    Kurt’s body felt cold.
    “Your screw-up won’t be tied to me.”
    “The…the FBI—” That was all he could manage. The pain was burning through him.
    His attacker laughed. “They didn’t see me come in.  You’re the one who screwed up.  You knew the FBI was keeping tabs on you—I told you that shit—and you still just brought that woman right in the back door! People saw you!”
    He’d been…following orders. He’d thought the guy standing over him—the man who’d just knifed him—would help to protect him.
    You really can’t trust anyone in this world.
    And the bastard just left him there.  With every painful breath that Kurt tried to suck in, he could feel his blood pouring out of him.  He fought to hold on to life, for just a few more moments because he didn’t want to go out like this. Not on the floor, not with booze and trash around him. He was better than this. He had plans. He was so much… better.
    Every second seemed to stretch for an hour.  Each breath was a painful saw from his lungs. He tried to crawl forward, but his hands just slipped over the floor.  He cried out, but there was no one there to hear him.
    All of my men…are out hunting. I’m going to…die alone.
    His heart was still beating, and with every beat, more blood pushed from his body. He was in a growing pool of his own blood, and he was so cold.
    His eyes were sagging. He fought to keep them open. Then he heard the rush of footsteps.  Coming fast.  He tried to turn his head toward the sound, but he couldn’t move.
    “FBI!” A voice blasted.
    If he could have, Kurt would have laughed then at the freaking irony. He was dying, and now the FBI was coming to bust him. Too late, asshole. Too late.
    “Kurt Taggert?” That voice demanded, then the guy started swearing.
    He was flipped over and Kurt looked up. A man with dark hair and blue eyes glared at him. “You’re going to die on me?”
    Yeah, he was.  At least that meant no one would be shoving him into a jail cell.
    “Who did this?” The guy demanded. “Who shot you?” And the agent even put his hands on Kurt’s chest, like he was going to help him.
    He was long past help. He couldn’t even feel the man’s touch. He couldn’t feel anything. Funny…he’d killed so many people and he’d never even wondered… is there anything after death?
    Fear trickled through him. He tried to speak. Maybe jail wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it would be better than what waited after death. Kurt tried to tell the agent about the man who’d knifed him but…
    Too late.

Chapter Three
    “Where are you going to sleep?” Elizabeth asked as she stood near the too-big bed.  The adrenaline high had faded from her body, and exhaustion pulled at her. But before she collapsed, she had to do one thing— make certain Saxon isn’t planning to climb into the bed with me.
    His eyes, so dark and deep, drifted toward the bed. “Where do you think?”
    No way. “You can’t sleep with me!”
    Saxon’s lips quirked.  His lips were…sexy. It was ridiculous to notice that, but she did. Sculpted and firm, his lips had fit so well against her own. Do not go there, woman! Yes, she was seriously exhausted. So exhausted that she was having crazy, sexual thoughts.
    “Come on now, sweetheart, there’s plenty of room for the two of us in that bed.”
    No, there wasn’t. Sure, the bed was big, but Saxon was huge.  If they were both in that bed, their bodies would be touching. Legs, arms—twining. The mental