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of the utmost importance; and yes, they were wasting time. But he wasn’t moving from this spot until he knew the truth.
    “Who are you?” he repeated.
    Her gaze narrowed. “You’re scared.” A smile lifted the corners of that lush mouth. “That chase back there scared the hell out of you.”
    A laugh rumbled up from the fury boiling in his gut. “That’s good, lady. But not good enough. Who are you?”
    “Just admit it, Stark,” she insisted. “You were scared. That was new to you and you can’t take it.”
    He fisted his fingers to prevent reaching out and shaking her. “Stop evading the question, Casey. Is that even your real name?”
    She reached up, straightened his collar. “You know what your problem is, Stark?”
    He shouldn’t have looked at her…not directly into her eyes like that. Maybe even then he could have maintained control if…
    If she hadn’t stared with such longing at his mouth. If the world had stopped turning at just that second… If anything…something, had happened. He might not have lost complete control. But he did and so did she.
    He kissed her or maybe she kissed him but it was game over either way. No more anger. No more frustration. There was just her soft, lush lips pressing against his. She tasted wild and sweet and just plain womanly. His arms went around her waist and he lifted her against him. Her fingers got lost in his hair.
    He needed her closer…needed more. They collided blindly with a rack of magazines, sending the latest issues flapping to the floor like a flock of startled birds.
    Lost in the taste and feel of her, from somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a tap on his shoulder that yanked him back to reality. Casey pushed out of his arms as he turned around. The lady from behind the counter started ranting at them in Spanish.
    Levi blinked away the haze of utter insanity.
    What the hell had he done?
    Casey hurriedly grabbed up the magazines, apologizing in the local language as fluently as the lady glaring at them had spoken.
    Levi helped pick up the rest of the magazines but didn’t manage a decent breath until the clerk had stalked back to the counter.
    “Let’s go, Stark.” Casey placed the last magazine in its place and executed an about-face. She went for the exit.
    He couldn’t move for a moment. Frustration, primarily due to his own actions, should have been the reason, but it wasn’t. Truth was he couldn’t resist the opportunity to watch her hips sway as she walked away.
    He was in serious trouble here.
    9:32 a.m.
     
    L EVI MADE THE DECISION to leave the truck parked two blocks from the hotel in a service alley. He hadn’t seen any sign of Fernandez’s goons but that didn’t spell relief. Trouble could show up anytime, anywhere.
    The Hotel Americana sat right on the bay directly across the street from Club Delicia. The six-story hotel worked for their mutual purpose.
    Though Levi hadn’t seen the point in letting the presidential suite, Casey had insisted. He closed the room’s elaborate double entry doors and dropped his bag on the floor. She’d already stashed her bag in the en suite in preparation for hitting the shower.
    The room was massive with ornate detailing from the lavishly carpeted floors to the soaring coffered ceilings. The nightly rate equated to approximately half his weekly salary. Ridiculous.
    Casey opened the French doors that led out onto the balcony. “What’d I tell you, Stark?”
    Yeah, yeah. The exorbitant rate was worth paying since the room had two balconies. One overlooking the bay, but, more importantly, another facing the street and Club Delicia.
    Levi joined her on the balcony. He had to admit the view was stunning. Unfortunately his eyes were not on the bustling city scene below but on the woman beside him. He shut them tight and castigated himself. He hadn’t drunk the water or eaten anything that would make him loco but he definitely had gone down that path.
    “Snap out of it, Stark.” She