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she fumbled for her keys and jostled Brandon. He giggled, squirming.
    “You are such a wiggle worm.” She stumbled through the door, laughing. “Give me a minute and I can put you down.”
    A shadow crossed the floor in front of her. Her entire body went taut. She turned to run.
    “Erin, wait! It’s Clay Griffin.”
    It couldn’t be...
    “Clay?” She slowly faced him, staring in shock at the man she hadn’t seen in nearly two years. He’d changed. His face was leaner, his body harder. His eyes a lot colder. The black T-shirt tucked into his black jeans outlined his sculpted muscles. He’d been breathtaking when she’d first seen him on the Santorini beach. If anything, he looked even better now...the lying, scum-sucking jerk.
    “Get out of my house,” she snapped, her voice dark with anger. She stepped aside and nodded at the open door. “Go. There’s nothing for you here.”
    Clay didn’t budge. “There’s an emergency. We need to talk.”
    “No.”
    He took one step toward her and she backed up. His powerful presence filled the room, sucking the oxygen from her lungs. The man she remembered, the one still haunting her dreams, had been sexy. He’d intoxicated her senses. Facing him now, in reality, made her shiver. He looked dangerous. Menacing. Anything but the warm, romantic lover who’d seduced her.
    Brandon wriggled in her arms, trying to get a look at the stranger. Clay’s gaze fell on the boy and softened, became almost vulnerable.
    “How’d you get in?”
    “Your security is a joke. Shut the door.”
    A frisson of fear rippled up her spine. “And be alone with you? That worked out really well for me last time.”
    Clay shut the door himself. “You’re in danger and we have to leave. Get your things together.”
    Sudden fear raced through her. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
    Clay’s face went hard as granite. He glanced at his watch. “We’re out of time. You’re going to have to trust me—”
    “Trust you?” She let out a sharp laugh. “Are you delusional? You left me alone in your bungalow. No note, no phone call. You vanished. I called the desk and they said not to worry. You’d paid both our bills before leaving. That made me feel great, Clay. Tell me. Was it good for you, too?”
    “Erin, we don’t have—”
    She cut him off, determined to get her say. “Yeah, we do. When I contacted your so-called company, they said they’d never heard of you. You’re a liar, Clay Griffin. If you said the sky was blue, I wouldn’t believe you.”
    He cursed under his breath. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.” He crossed toward her. “You’re coming with me. You’re the target of a kidnapping plot by suspected terrorists.”
    “Right.” She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket. “I’m calling the police.”
    Clay pulled out a small electronic gadget and pointed it at her phone.
    She glanced at the touch screen. No signal. No way. She recognized the jammer from a classified briefing she’d attended. Top-secret technology. “Who are you?”
    He snagged her phone and tossed it aside, then grabbed her arm. “Erin, the men who want you are dangerous. Come with me now or you and Brandon could die.”
    “You’re craz—”
    A loud crash sounded at the back of her house followed by a dull thud in the kitchen.
    Clay yanked his pistol free and shoved Erin behind him.
    Two armed men wearing ski masks burst into the living room.
    Clay raised his gun. “Freeze!”
    The smaller of the two, barely more than a kid, skidded to a halt, his eyes widening with surprise. “Terence, what do we do?”
    “Shut up and fire!” The taller man raised his own gun.
    Erin gripped the baby, trying to stifle his panicked cries. Clay flew across the room and slammed one foot into the teenager’s groin. While the kid writhed on the floor, moaning, Clay shifted, lightning fast, and kicked the gunman’s arm, making his shot go wild.
    The man named Terence cursed, but held on to his