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Adrenaline bubbled in Chris's veins. All his years of preparation had been worth the effort. The three men on the pavement at his feet had intended to kill him. They hadn't told him why they sought his death, only that they meant to accomplish such an end. |
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When he'd first seen the three striding toward him through the darkness a shaft of panic had entered his chest and scrambled his thinking. Fear for D.J. overrode all his years of training. The reiteration of the fact, mumbled over and over under his breath, that they approached from the opposite direction of the hotel, had calmed Chris and enabled him to prepare for whatever might come. For the moment at least, D.J. remained safe. |
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Now she stood before him, shock upon her lovely |
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