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What he needed to do was get Poe to the mortuary, and get that handled. He didn’t doubt that once the media figuredout they’d been bamboozled, they’d go to the woman in the morgue.

And he burned her with flirting.

She’d definitely slip them information.

As he stared at the window, Poe didn’t know if he could squeeze himself out that tiny space, but he was going to try.

Anything to get out of there.

When Gamble pointed, Poe went to the door, and opened it. He saw the reporters, and the second they began asking about his parents, and the police investigation, he slammed the door and locked it.

Well, onto part two.

Gamble went into action, turning on all of the water, and directing Poe to start flushing the toilets.

As he did, he was up on the sink, his jacket wrapped around his fist, and he punched out the window, shattering the glass.

It fell all over the floor.

Making sure it was all out of the window, he held out his hand, and Poe took it.

He pulled him up, and got him to the window. It was actually bigger than he thought, and when Gamble boosted him up into it, he pulled himself out.

When he was free, he reached in, and Gamble grabbed his hand. Poe pulled him up, as much as he could, and the man got out of the window too.

And they moved.

FAST.

They were in the back of the building, and that window had been right at pavement level not far from a bin blocking their way.

That had been too close.

Moving toward the Bentley, they got in, and were safe with not a reporter following them.

Hot.

Damn.

That was what Gamble called a perfect getaway.

From his seat beside him in the tinted Bentley, Poe laughed.

“You’re insane, but that was wild,” he admitted. “It actually worked. I hate to admit it, but I have fun when I’m with you. First running from mercenaries, and now, dodging the paparazzi.”

He glanced over.

Well, at least no one had been shooting at them this time.

“I mean, I do this thing for a living—or I did when I was a Hunter. Sometimes, you get yourself into situations, and have to find a way out.”

Pulling out of the parking lot, they were on their way, and no one was tailing them. By the time the media got into the bathroom, or was smart enough to know they were gone, they’d be back at the estate.

Poe was free.

As Gamble drove, Poe was curious.

“Are you going to miss it?” he asked, thinking about how fondly Gamble spoke of the people who had tried to save him—his family.