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Chapter One

She’d escaped again Sonofabitch FBI Special Agent Victor Monroe was getting real tired of chasing his prey all around the country When he put the wo safe house She wasn’t supposed to vanish and give the agents assigned to guard her a heart attack

But he’d learned that Zoe Peters rarely did what she was supposed to do The woman made his life far too difficult As if he didn’t already have enough trouble to deal with each day

Sighing, Victor stared at the bus station It was nearing ht and this little town in Kansas…it was not where he wanted to be A chill brushed over his cheeks Winter was definitely in the air, and instead of being curled up so…

He’d been called after her Again

Only this ti any longer I have to act…so I hope Zoe is ready

He headed into the station, sto his customary suit Instead, Victor was clad in old jeans, a sweatshirt, and a thick coat As soon as he stepped inside that station, he are of the silence Thick, total

Most of the folks in there appeared to have fallen asleep as they waited for the next bus to arrive, a bus that he kneas scheduled to appear at 12:30 a

She isn’t getting away from me

His gaze scanned the ter for Zoe’s dark hair Souise herself As if a different hair color would round any place Zoe was the kind of woman who always stood out from the crowd

His attention shifted a bit to the right and to the long bench that waited in the corner So a dark knit cap and one big, majorly oversized coat That coat completely hid the person’s body

His eyes narrowed as he strode toward that bench And as he got closer—

A pair of unforgettable green eyes peeked up—lanced away

Oh, Zoe, I have so got you

He almost smiled

She seemed to curl in on herself a bit more as he approached, and Victor wondered just what tactic she was going to try using this time

He sat down on the bench next to her Before he spoke, he looked around the station once more He truly wasn’t in the mood for a scene—hopefully, she wouldn’t create one There were about ten guys in that place, es He’d prefer to slip out without anyone getting too good of a glimpse of Zoe

So I’ll need to distract folks Give the other than her face

“Sweetheart…” Victor ?” He kept his voice as low as possible

Zoe’s head tipped up a bit The cap was pulled down so low that it nearly touched her dark brows Her green eyes studied hier and fear Hell, he hated Zoe’s fear Didn’t she get that by now? Her lips ide, full, unpainted, and so sexy that he thought about them far too often

That was Zoe, though Walking teas showgirl The woman’s face was a work of art At least, as far as he was concerned, it was Wide eyes, delicate nose, curving chin, high cheekbones—and those sexy lips

She had long legs Victor was sure those legs could high kick up a storht places—places that were currently hidden by her massive coat

“Do not sweetheart me,” she whispered back to hio”