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Then one night he’d found her alone in Austin’s office, working late, finishing up business Austin needed for the next day. In twelve years of working for the FBI, he’d never made a mistake. He’d made two mistakes that night with Johanna Lane, and he’d known he was in deep, deep trouble.
    Dylan checked the street again. Austin’s men were fanning out along both sides. One man had been left guarding the entrance to the apartment building.
    He took a deep breath, unintentionally increasing the contact between himself and the woman lying still beneath him. The fact did not go unnoticed, and he forced himself to concentrate on the men looking for them. He knew Austin’s operating procedures inside out and backward. Jay, the man Dylan had downed by the elevators, would stay at the apartment building all night, until someone relieved him. Austin and the others would soon leave to organize the search from more comfortable quarters.
    Dylan didn’t have any illusions about how successful Austin would be in finding them. He’d tracked for Austin before, and the only advantage he had now was time. They would be found. All Dylan could do was choose the place, and hopefully stash the woman someplace safe before Austin caught up with them. When he went down, he wanted to go down alone.
    He trained his eyes on the black limousine double-parked in front of the apartment building. Rodrigo, the newest “security agent” in Austin’s empire, opened the rear door for his employer, then got in the driver’s door and started the car.
    Dylan slid back down behind the seat and over Johanna’s body, covering her mouth with his hand.
    “They’re leaving. When they’re gone, we’ll leave. Remember”—he again smiled briefly—“don’t open your door.”
    Johanna had no intention of opening her door. The man was dangerous, criminal in his kidnapping of her. She wouldn’t put anything past him—except rape. She’d denied his statement to that effect, about getting in her pants and saving her life, but as she’d watched him her sense of familiarity had grown. When he’d smiled again, it had increased. If she could get him in some good light, clean him up, maybe she would recognize him.
    What she would do after that remained a mystery. Austin had shown up at her apartment with four or five other men. She hadn’t gotten a good count, but the group had seemed large, certainly larger than necessary or appropriate for a friendly get-together. Then Dylan Jones had said he was trying to save her life. And the first thing he’d done, she reminded herself, was give her his name. The facts might add up to Dylan Jones’s side, if she knew who he was. On the other hand, over the last year of her employment with Bridgeman, Inc., Austin had taken to always having a few men around him for protection. Protection from what, she had never inquired, but the group of men he’d brought might only be his regular retinue.
    “Okay,” the man above her whispered, seemingly to himself, his gaze tracking what she couldn’t see from her position. “We’re moving out.”
    He pushed himself up and pulled her to a sitting position. The distance between them was still small, but every extra inch helped her gain a measure of composure. Whoever Dylan Jones was, he was somehow involved in Austin’s problems. He wasn’t a psychopathic maniac. He had a reason for kidnapping her, though whether it was to save her life, as he’d said, or to use her as a bargaining chip with Austin, she didn’t know. But it was no coincidence that he’d shown up mere minutes ahead of her ex-employer.
    “Where are you taking me?” she demanded in a shaky voice.
    “Laramie,” he said, surprising her with his candor.
    “Wyoming?”
    “The last time I checked.” He reached under the steering wheel for the bare wires sticking out of a broken part on the steering column.
    Johanna watched with growing unease as he sparked and twisted the wires together, starting the