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a quick trek through her e-mails, Facebook, and texts. He’d look for anything that might give him some clue about who would want her dead and why, see how they fit with the asshole who’d sat next to him at the bar earlier today. Frankly, his money was on the ex-husband. Nothing like divorce to make someone want a fatal bullet full of revenge. No idea what Rachel had done to “deserve” it, and he didn’t care. He wasn’t letting the scumbag who’d solicited him to commit murder succeed.
    He grinned at her. “Your place, huh? Let’s go.”
    â€œI’ve got to grab my purse.” She turned away and took his hand, leading him back to her table. “I must be out of my mind,” he heard her mutter to herself.
    Nice to know that she didn’t make a habit of picking up guys in bars, but it didn’t matter. He had a stash of condoms and a mission to accomplish. Rachel’s personal life otherwise was none of his business.
    As they reached the table, he noticed that most of her party had left in the past few minutes. Or hooked up with others and dispersed. But the tall woman with the chocolate skin was staring at her phone with wide eyes.
    â€œI’ve got to go!” She grabbed her coat and looked at Rachel anxiously. “My little brother has been in a car accident. The ambulance is rushing him to the hospital.”
    Shock hit Rachel’s face. “Go!”
    â€œAlicia . . .”
    â€œI’ll take her home.”
    The woman’s dark eyes slid over Rachel holding his hand. “You’re busy . . .”
    â€œYou’re having an emergency. I can pause for ten minutes to take Alicia home. Go!”
    The statuesque woman nodded, then hugged Rachel. “Thanks.”
    â€œDo you need me at the hospital?”
    The woman hesitated, but looked like she wanted to say yes. “I’ll call you.”
    Well, hell . . . Here might be a fly in his ointment. Decker winced. He’d look like a grade-A ass for insisting they fuck while some kid might be fighting for his life. “Do you need to take a rain check, beautiful?”
    She hesitated. “I have to take another friend home first.”
    â€œAnd your mind is going to be on her brother.” He nodded after the black woman with the outrageous shoes currently scurrying to the door.
    Rachel bit her lip. “Probably. I’m really sorry . . .”
    She was loyal to her friends, and he admired that. Knowing that she cared about the people around her made him feel even more protective.
    Boohoo. Next thing he knew, he’d be crying at greeting card commercials. Even if she’d been the douchiest bitch from hell, he wouldn’t condone her ex or some random ass-hat trying to do her in.
    â€œDon’t worry about it. How about I give you my number, and you see if you feel like calling me tomorrow?” He hated leaving the ball in her court. It seriously went against his grain, but he couldn’t come on too strong now without making her suspicious. He’d think of something tomorrow, if necessary.
    But that didn’t mean he intended to leave her alone tonight.
    â€œReally?”
    Those big, dark eyes of hers widened in surprise. Hell, those were going to be the undoing of all his bad intentions. One of those expressions, and he felt like he was contemplating seducing Little Bo Peep, for fuck’s sake.
    â€œOf course. As much as I’d like to spend tonight with you, I can be patient. If you’re still interested tomorrow, I’m yours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman on the planet tonight.” He grinned, and she bestowed that gorgeous smile on him with the dimple in her left cheek that somehow made him harder. “But I suppose I can make you doubly happy tomorrow.”
    â€œI’d like that,” she murmured.
    And Decker believed that she meant it.
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