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back to meet his. “Jesus. One taste of you and I forgot how fucking mad you made me today.”
    “How did you find me? Maybe the question should be why did you find me?”
    Those mesmerizing eyes changed from indigo to steel. “You know why.”
    “Uh-huh. You said I was free to leave after I answered all your questions.”
    His grip dropped to her shoulders. “I lied. And don’t think I’m letting you out of my sight again. I’m still pissed off at you.”
    “Strange. Didn’t seem like you were so mad a minute ago. I certainly wouldn’t have pegged you for the kiss-and-make-up type, March.”
    She twisted away from him and saw Marissa headed straight toward them wearing a sour look.
    Crap. Had she seen Agent March kissing her? She was supposed to be here checking out potential clients, not sucking face with a cop who wanted to ruin her life.
    She was so screwed.
    “Let. Me. Go.”
    “No. And not a word about who I am. I mean it, Kenna. You’ve pushed me far enough today. My cover name is Drake Mayhaven.” He sidled in behind her, keeping his hands nearly around her neck, hard, hot and possessive.
    Kenna gritted her teeth. Marissa had an uncanny ability to read situations and people. She wouldn’t fall for his handsome face and lame attempts at charm.
    Or would she?
    Marissa, a striking brunette, turned heads as she crossed the room. She and Kenna lived in the same apartment complex. They’d been friendly, but not friends until last summer when Kenna’s loose tongue had spilled the details of her financial woes over a six-pack of Corona at the community swimming pool. Off the cuff, Marissa had suggested Kenna tour her old friend Jerry Travis around Sturgis. Marissa claimed she knew women who made a killing acting as sort of an escort during the Rally.
    Kenna had assumed Marissa had been joking.
    She hadn’t been.
    In a moment of drunken logic, Kenna decided she had nothing to lose. Marissa worked in real estate and had convinced Kenna there wasn’t any difference in renting rooms or renting people. Once Kenna sobered up, she’d tried to back out. But after she’d actually met shy Jerry Travis she’d almost felt sorry for him. Which is probably why she’d agreed to the bizarre situation and the chance to stay in school.
    “Kenna. You going to introduce me to your friend?” Marissa asked sweetly.
    Drake’s left hand slipped down Kenna’s bare arm. He threaded their fingers together while he reached his right hand toward Marissa. “I’m Drake Mayhaven.”
    “Marissa Cruz. See what happens when I’m late? Kenna makes all sorts of new buddies. So how did you two hook up?”
    Kenna winced at Marissa’s sly reminder that she was supposed to be hooking up with Marissa’s friends, not making new ones on her own.
    “Jerry Travis was a mutual acquaintance.”
    “Really? Seems he neglected to mention your name to me,” Marissa half-chided.
    “Must’ve slipped his mind. You know Jerry.”
    An unreadable emotion flickered in Marissa’s dark brown eyes. “Pity about him. Were you two close?”
    He shrugged. “We hung out. Did some business together.”
    “Yeah? Where?”
    “Miami.”
    “Don’t like Miami much myself.” She frowned. “Wait a minute. Did we meet at Daytona? Perhaps at the Tiki—”
    “Possibly. It’s gotten to be nuts during Bike Week. Way too many people for my taste. That’s why I decided to come to Sturgis this year. Jerry had planned on showing me the sights but Kenna’s graciously agreed to do the honors. In Jerry’s memory.” His hand squeezed hers hard in warning.
    “Of course. How thoughtful.”
    Kenna’s teeth nearly bloodied her tongue when Marissa’s eyes kept purposely cutting to the women’s bathroom.
    “Where you staying?”
    Drake’s sexy voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “The Broken Arrow Campground. Wild place. Didn’t know what I was in for.”
    “I’ll say. Here’s a piece of advice: it pays to watch your back.” She cast an