Dance with the Devil by Cherry Adair

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    â€œStay right where you are,” a rough voice said out of the darkness.
    Mia froze, her mouth still locked with Jack’s. The muzzle of a pistol ground into her temple. Wouldn’t you know it? He’d finally proposed and she was going to die before she could say yes.
    She’d always known Jack would be the death of her.

CHAPTER TEN
    â€œH AND OVER THE DISK , or I’ll shoot the girl.” The man’s voice was thick and guttural. And horribly familiar. “This time I’m not gonna give you the courtesy of countin’.”
    â€œYou’re going down,” Jack snarled. To Mia, not Uni. He hoped to God she got it, because before either she or the man with the gun at her head knew what was happening, Jack pushed Mia out of the way and spun around. In a lightning-fast move, he grabbed the guy’s beefy right shoulder with his left, weakest, hand. Then Jack jerked Uni off his feet with the other arm around his thick neck and pulled him down to the snow-crusted rooftop.
    They both went down hard. Jack saw sparkles as he fell on his bad shoulder. His wound screamed. Before the other man could recover, Jack straddled the bastard with his weapon in the man’s face. Uni didn’t make a peep.
    Though he would have enjoyed putting a bullet into the guy, he settled for the alternate use of his weapon. Jack popped him one on the side of the head and the guy went limp beneath him for the second time that night.
    A good thing since reinforcements were thundering across the flat rooftop like wildebeest on the Savannah. “Go. Go. Go!” Jack yelled to Mia.
    He grabbed her by the arm. Damn it, what was taking her so long? “Brace yourself!” he shouted and swung her over the edge of the roof, still gripping her arm.
    Mia bent her knees and then dropped over the side of the building. She dangled as she felt for the edge of the open window with her foot. She was grateful for how tightly Jack was gripping her wrist, and very glad she couldn’t see the ground. Where the hell was that window? Her entire body swung like a slow-moving pendulum from side to side.
    Side…to…side.
    The skin around her wrist stretched painfully and she knew Jack was holding her full weight while lying prone on the very edge of the roof above her. This must be hurting him a hundred times worse than it was hurting her. Come on, damn it. Where was the—
    There! She released the breath she’d been holding and brought both feet to rest on the solid frame of the window ledge. “Got it,” she whispered up to Jack as she steadied herself on the precarious perch.
    â€œThen get in and get out of my way— Damn! ”
    Mia heard the shots the same time Jack did, followed by heavy, muffled footsteps of several people running toward their position full speed, weapons blazing. Nice and subtle. Not.
    â€œMove it, Jack! You’re not getting out of marrying me this easily. Get down here!” With more haste than skill, Mia swung herself into the open window, then turned to lean out and help him.
    His feet came in first, followed by his long body. With the propulsion of a guy being shot out of a cannon, he landed with more enthusiasm than finesse. His trajectory sent them crashing and sliding into the pale pink marble tub like beached whales. Arms and legs tangled.
    But they were alive.
    Jack looked up from his position of head smashed between her boobs. His face was sweaty, his skin parchment-pale, eyes shadowed with pain. But he grinned as he stroked a finger down her cheek. “Hello, darling. Come here often?”
    Mia laughed, and boy, it felt good to laugh with Jack again. “Idiot. Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here before everyone comes flying through that window.”
    They untangled their limbs and got out of the tub with some difficulty. Compared to their run across the rooftop under fire, this was a piece of cake. Mia closed the window