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"Very generous," Rob said at last, "but I think not The authorities have this building surrounded"

"Not yet" DeLuca heard a rusty sound come from his own throat, and felt the corners of his mouth stretch around the chuckle "No one tripped the alarm"

"No one had to" Rob turned his attention to the teller still clutching the gyirl"

"Sure" The brunette’s expression relaxed as she released her grip on the gyreeting a favorite customer "You know, you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen"

"Like ahed with pleasure as she sat up Dye transferred fronarled hand to her cheek as she pressed it there in the old-fashioned gesture of a dazzled girl "Paul Newman had eyes like that"

"Nah, Newman’s ashed-out blue," Joe said as he propped the unconscious ood arm "His are uard’s cheeks dark red and his voice gruff "Ya know If Liz were a guy"

Rob went over to the front entrance doors and pushed aside the heavy desk as if it were made of cardboard

"Please don’t do that," DeLuca called out, afraid now "You don’t want to let the cops in"

"On the contrary" Rob released the dead bolt "I phoned them from the vault"

He’d called the cops on him? DeLuca couldn’t believe it "Why would you do that?"

Rob didn’t look at hi lot "Because you’ve injured the innocent, you fool"

The insult hten, and tears of self-pity burned his eyes and clogged his nose Rob didn’t like him Rob, who had risked his life to save all these poor people, thought he was foolish And he was He’d let Rob stop hiout of here with anything The Italian would never pay hi up empty-handed at the rendezvous No three e

Tears soaked the wool covering DeLuca’s nose andit harder to breathe but a little easier to think He’d screwed up, but he could turn things around He just had to get his head straight, figure out rong He didn’t have to stand here and wait to be arrested… so as he doing that?

What had this snotty English asshole done to hio he’d put the fear of God into these people; they’d been under his complete control He’d terrified the and chatting as if nothing had happened

As if DeLuca weren’t even there

The sweet, s along with the haze of confusion clouding DeLuca’s un the arrow had knocked out of his hand lay only four feet away

Jesus, he’d forgotten about dropping the gun

White lights flashing outside theilluminated the handsome symmetry of Rob’s face "The medics are here now" He went over to help the old lady up

With some effort, DeLuca shuffled over and picked up his weapon "Look over here, you rat bastard" When Rob turned toward him, he fired three rounds into the center of the ivory sweater The silencer muffled the shots, the impact of which knocked Rob flat on his back

"Noho’s the fool?" DeLuca turned and sneered at the brunette teller "Not so pretty anymore, is he?" She didn’t answer "You deaf?"

"No, I heard you" Her sleepy gaze shifted past his face "Sir, are you all right?"

"My sweater wants ers, crosshatched with innu from the torn wool of his sweater and tossed it away

DeLuca looked at the man he’d just killed and ain, but chocolate wafted in his face, and a broad, muscular hand snatched it away and tossed it to Rob

"This is e never gave theht to bear ar into a scowl of disgust

DeLuca lunged, but the shorter man seized him by the throat with a hand so hard it felt like a stone vise