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entered the building. The instant he was inside, the too-thin woman leapt
from her spot and waltzed over to the desk, adding a little extra sway in her narrow
hips as she passed Trace.
    For whatever reason, that amused Marissa.
Maybe because she’d seen it happen all too often, or possibly because she was
too fucked up to know better. It’d been a
hell of a night .
    Either way, it was entertaining to watch
the myriad of expressions rotating across Trace’s face as he stared back at the
woman. Marissa could practically hear the conversation now.
    “Can
I help you?” the woman would ask.
    “Two
rooms,” Trace would say curtly.
    “Sure
thing, handsome. Will you be needing company tonight?”
    Trace
would roll his eyes at the woman, ignoring her question altogether.
    Typical.
    Growing up with four brothers, as well as the Kogan clan, Marissa
was all too familiar with the sideways glances that women gave men. And she’d
seen plenty of women give Trace Kogan an appreciative second, even third, look.
Hell, she was one of those women.
    Not that she cared to admit that to
anyone. Not even to herself.
    No, Marissa knew from experience that it
was in her best interest to pretend she wasn’t attracted to Trace. Rejection
was a bitch, and Marissa had been down that cruel road before. Repeating
history … so not her thing. The current situation notwithstanding.
    It wasn’t an easy feat. Trace wasn’t an
easy man to ignore. At six foot two inches, he was a force to be reckoned with.
He kept his light brown hair short—military short—and combined with those
unusual white-gray eyes, slightly crooked nose, and the stubble that always
lined his sexy, angular jaw, the man turned heads. In fact, he made women forget their manners, as was proof by the way the skinny
chick inside continued to flirt with him although he looked as though he were
ready to knock her over the head just to get her to shut up.
    It was a look Marissa
knew all too well.
    Marissa gave a cursory glance to her
surroundings, checking to make sure no one had arrived in the parking
lot—either by car or on foot. The latter would be asinine considering the temp was
hovering at six degrees, made impossibly colder by the vicious winds, but she wouldn’t put anything past the guy who was
clearly after her now.
    All was quiet for the time being.
    And maybe that was why Marissa noticed
that her hands were still shaking, her heart pounding hard enough to crack a
rib. She continued to replay the events of the night over and over in her head,
right down to the point when the quaint little two-bedroom, one-bath rental
she’d spent the last two and a half months in was blown to smithereens.
    Sucking in a deep breath, Marissa fought
the panic attack that threatened. She needed to keep herself in check. She damn
sure didn’t want Trace to see how freaked out she was. Keeping calm on the
outside was all that mattered. After all, Trace had risked his life to save
hers, so the least she could do was not cause him any more problems.
    When the driver’s door opened, Marissa
acted on instinct, swinging the gun around and aiming it directly … between
Trace’s eyes.
    “Not a threat, Marissa.”
    Swallowing hard, Marissa lowered the gun,
ignoring her itchy trigger finger. No sense in causing an accident—or death, as
would be the case if she actually did pull that trigger. God, why had he given
her the gun? Trace was trained for this shit. She wasn’t.
    Nor did she want to be.
    “Did they have two rooms?” she asked, her
voice giving away the quivering that was happening on the inside.
    Trace smiled, transforming his already
too-handsome face to what Marissa would call beautiful. Knowing Trace, he’d
adamantly argue if anyone attempted to call him beautiful. She was half tempted
to say as much, just to see his reaction.
    Unfortunately, he didn’t give her a
chance.
    “And if you’d like, Tilly would be more
than happy to keep us company.”
    Marissa snorted. “She