Grey Wilson just wanted to be left alone. No more Las Vegas. No more casinos. And no more floozy women like the one his best friend sent him to pick up on the side of the road. She talks fast, but her endless curves and sensuous nature make him want to slow down. Which is not in the cards. Grey knows he needs to unload his excess baggage. And quick.
But when someone tries to kill the Vegas beauty, Molly captures his heart with her backbone of steel, and brains to boot. Now in order to grasp the future that had once seemed impossible, Molly and Grey need to keep Hoover Dam, the congressman, and their love from being blown sky-high.
Oh god, they were going to shoot her.
Molly McLaren took a deep breath and tried to calm her rioting nerves as she peeked around the car tire. Two hulking men scanned the parking garage at the end of the row of cars. Another stood fifteen feet away, a gun in his hand tucked behind his leg.
Why couldn’t he have picked a different hair salon to have his hair cut and colored in today? Or been assigned to a hairdresser who wasn’t an out-of-work translator as fluent in Russian as she was in English and who had understand every word he’d said?
But then, this was Las Vegas, where anything could and often did happen.
Footsteps echoed closer and Molly pressed herself close to the car she’d crouched beside, her tight capris cutting off the circulation to her lower legs. But that was nothing compared to what would happen if the Russian mob caught her.
There were worse things than getting shot. Just thinking about those things made breathing next to impossible.
The footsteps stopped, then moved away. Molly forced herself to take in a breath.
I can do this. I can do this. I have to do this.
She had to get out, but the only escape from the underground parking garage was an exit ramp several feet way. All it would take to be discovered by would be for one of the mobsters to turn her way.
She focused on her goal, sucked in as much air as she could, and made a run for it. Halfway to the exit, she ducked behind another tire. No gun shots, no yelling. Safe, so far. She tried to calm her breathing, but the echo of footsteps got louder again.
Blast. Grozney or one of his goons must have heard something and was coming back to investigate. Think. She glanced around and spied a small piece of cement on the concrete floor, next to her foot. She picked it up, then threw it as hard as she could toward the furthest corner of the garage.
A car alarm wailed and screeched. Grozney and his two hired goons ran toward it.
Molly dashed to the ramp and up into glaring sunshine.
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