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Jason’s eyes darkened. He growled and pulled Carla towards him. Their mouths met in a furious dance, desperate to take the dominant role from the other.

It was only then that they staggered to Carla’s bed and fell asleep, Jason holding Carla close. Now it was nearly dawn and Jason wasn’t in the least bit sleepy. But he didn’t want to wake Carla, who was clearly more exhausted than he was. He could wait until she woke.

Jason pulled on his jeans, leaving his boxers on the floor, and padded into the kitchen. He found a can of soda and opened it, sipping it as he sat at the counter.

Things had progressed between him and Carla. He knew it. There was no way Jason was letting Carla leave after what they had been through.

He had fallen hard for Carla. He couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to spend his life with more than the woman asleep in her bed.

Jason made a mental note to tell Danielle to start canvasing jewelers for the best engagement rings. It was early, he knew, but his mother was right; his father had seen sense not to let go of something good and he was going to do the same. He wasn’t going to let go of Carla.

Jason heard the sound a moment before the front door exploded. He hurried into the lounge in time to see a man dressed in black go into the bedroom. A moment later there was the sound of a gunshot.

Jason’s blood ran cold.

“Carla!”

He ran towards the bedroom. Then something hit him on the back of the head. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

*****

“FBI!”

Carla heard the shout from the bathroom. She didn’t come out to show them she was okay. She stayed sitting on the closed toilet seat cleaning her wound.

The bastard who had shot her wasn’t actually a good shot after all. He had pretty much missed, for a start. All Carla had was a graze. But it stung like hell.

And now the bastards had Jason. They weren’t going to hurt a hair on his head if she had anything to do with it. It may have been less than two weeks but she knew a good thing when she saw one. No way was she letting Jason go now.

She wasn’t going to let anyone else take him away, either.

The door to the bathroom banged open and Luke came in. His eyes widened when he saw Carla’s shoulder.

“Jesus, Carla!”

Carla knew she looked a sight. At least she had had the foresight to put a tank top and a pair of shorts on before the FBI arrived. It had hurt her shoulder but she wasn’t sitting around naked for them.

“I’m fine.” She pushed away Luke’s hands as he reached out to inspect the damage. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

“That’s more than a flesh wound.” Luke said. “You need to go to hospital now.”

“No, I can’t.” Carla stood, her legs still shaking. “They’ve got Jason.”

“And you’re not going to do Jason any favors by bleeding to death while you find him.”

“Then bind my shoulder.” And when Luke hesitated: “Do it!”

Luke snapped into action and disappeared, reappearing a moment later with the first aid kit. Urging Carla to sit, he opened the kit and began to clean and bind her shoulder. He gave her a glare.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He warned. “And the answer is no way.”

“You can’t stop me from going after Stevens.”

“I’ll arrest you if I have to.”

“No, you won’t.” Carla flinched but managed to stop herself from blacking out. She gritted her teeth. “Can you track Stevens’ cell phone? Pinpoint his location.”

“Of course.”

“Then you’d better do it. At least we’ll know where they are.”

“I plan to.” Luke began to wrap the bandage tighter. “After I’ve made sure you can walk without falling over.”

Carla couldn’t argue with that.