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Story: Fatal Misstep

Gia’s hadn’t been any better.
He glanced over his shoulder. Caught her staring. Straightened. “Don’t look at me like that.”
That sexy rasp in his voice was new, but it carried a trace of anger she didn’t understand. Even so, it sent heat skittering through her body. Her bra felt too tight, her skin too sensitive.
She couldn’t stay here as much as she wanted to. Vincente would find her again, and she’d be forced to run.
Again.
But if she couldn’t escape, why couldn’t she at least have the memory of another man’s arms around her to keep as a treasured secret? Arms that would make her feel protected instead of used.
Just once.
She stepped closer. Close enough for the heat of his body to brush her skin. Close enough to see his pupils darken, and his jaw go rigid.
“Please.”
The word slipped out. Desperate. Her breath hitched. Her face caught fire.
His gaze dropped to her lips, and for a heartbeat, she thought he might kiss her, even as his fingers curled into his palms.
“Gia, there’s—”
His head jerked. “Someone’s here.” His voice hardened as he crossed to the window and peered through the blinds.
Where had the gun come from?
“Wait!” Panic surged in her chest. “It’s—”
“My grandfather.” Caleb holstered his weapon, his scowl sharp as a blade.
Her stomach dropped.Please let me have done the right thing.
He yanked open the door.
President Blackwater’s lead security agent met him with a flat stare and held out his hand. “Weapon.”
“I’m not going to shoot my own grandfather.”
Gia bit her lip. The snarl in Caleb’s voice probably didn’t help his case.
“Are you licensed to carry?”
“I do the same job as you. Of course I’m licensed.”
The bodyguard merely lifted a brow. “On Navajo Nation land?”
“Joseph.” Ben Blackwater waved the man off and climbed the steps. “I’m confident my grandson won’t abuse the privilege.”
He smiled at Gia. “I thought I’d check in on our newest doctor.”
“What a lovely surprise,” Caleb said, voice dry as desert dust.
He stepped aside. “Gia’s made lasagna.”
She'd set him up.
The knowledge sank like lead in Caleb’s gut.