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what was an unexpectedly small frame. She was slightly taller than the average woman but she had narrow shoulders and appeared slender all over. He saw a hint of breast under the fluffy cloth but the hoodie wasn’t exactly revealing. The camouflage pants covering her legs were pretty baggy, a standard military item that was probably once issued to recruits undergoing basic training. Because of its size, the waistline fell almost to her hips, which was how Dane could tell she didn’t exactly have a sticklike figure. If he had his way, he would find out exactly how curvy she was soon enough.
    The blonde pointed a Glock at him, the barrel aimed perfectly between his eyes, and despite the boner that was slowly but surely filling out his jeans, Dane’s survival instincts kicked in. Holding his bloodied palms up in the air in a universal gesture of surrender, he took a step forward. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not in the way you think, anyway.”
    He saw hesitation flash through those bright blue eyes, a fluttering of lashes that reminded him that he dealt with a civilian. This was no trained killer, despite her ability to lodge a bullet through a target eight hundred yards away. This girl had been taught to kill brain-eaters, not other people. This realization gave Dane the confidence to engage with her.
    “If you move I will shoot,” the blonde warned in a quavering voice.
    It was clear she didn’t trust him. Hell, she had good reason not to. Dane was here to gather intelligence on the cult she was part of, and he had every intention of using this delectable sniper to attain that goal. In fact, a plan was already forming in his mind, one that made his erection strain even harder against his zipper. He was going to seduce this woman, no doubt about it. After a few nights of hot and heavy sex she was going to tell him everything he needed to know about the WITCH and whether or not her cult was involved in the kidnappings.
    “I’m not armed. Please put the gun down before you accidentally shoot me,” Dane said as he gauged his opponent. She stood with her legs slightly apart and her knees bent. Her slim arms were extended in front of her, her shoulders tensed and her elbows locked into position. She held the pistol correctly, both palms cupping the grip firmly but gently, her right index finger well under the slide and resting alongside the trigger. Her left eye was shut. Her sights aligned using her dominant one. All evidence pointed toward the blonde being extremely well-trained and capable of handling the weapon.
    But the confusion and hesitation he saw in her gaze made Dane breathe easily. He knew she wasn’t going to shoot. He could see it clear as day as she primly corrected him.
    “I have never accidentally shot anyone.”
    Grinning, Dane almost chuckled as he replied. “You know what? I actually believe you. You’re probably the best sniper I have ever met.”
    She very obviously didn’t expect his response, or his praise, for her face reflected that she had no idea what to do with him. There was no hint of pride in her eyes when she heard his words, as if she thought her almost supernatural shooting ability to be nothing special. Those blue eyes appeared vulnerable to Dane’s experienced gaze, and he realized in that moment that this woman was as attracted to him as he was to her. There was a slight blush on her cheeks, a hint of awareness as her body naturally responded to his. He didn’t know if she even recognized what was happening to her, but he had every intention of taking advantage of it.
    “Why are you here?” she questioned, her voice startlingly earnest. She really had no idea who he was and what he was doing so far into the zombie-infested wastelands.
    “I got lost in the woods. This was the only shelter in the area.” He lied and not particularly well. Dane realized he didn’t need to be a very good liar, for the face he scrutinized appeared far too innocent. The sniper clearly had very