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heated and she couldn’t face the man. Instead, she walked back toward the gunman’s bag. “What do I do with the case? Should I take it back to the lobby and leave it for its owner?”
    â€œNo use making it easy for him to kill me. If he wants me badly enough, he’ll have to find another weapon to do the job.”
    Jenna shivered. “I’d just as soon he didn’t do the job at all.”
    â€œYou and me both.”
    â€œIn the meantime, what do I do with it?” Jenna waved at the case.
    â€œI’ll take it. I know someone who might help.” He lifted the suitcase off the bed and headed for the door.
    Jenna jumped in front of him. “Wait a minute. Where are you going?”
    â€œBack to my room.”
    â€œIf he knows you’re in Cancún, the assassin will know which room you’re in.” She touched his arm. “You can’t go back there.”
    â€œWhat do you suggest?”
    She glanced around the bridal suite. “I figure if he hasn’t already come after me for the case, chances are he doesn’t know I have it.”
    â€œThen this will have to stay here for now.” Sawyer hefted the gun case onto the shelf in the closet and straightened, facing Jenna. “We need to find your case before he does.”
    â€œRight.” Jenna nodded. “I guess you can stay here until I get back. I hope my case has been delivered from the airport by now.”
    â€œUh-uh.” Sawyer shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”
    Her brows pulled together. “But he’ll recognize you as soon as you set foot into the lobby—if he didn’t see you coming in the first time.”
    â€œNot if I wear a hat and sunglasses.” He glanced around the room. “I don’t suppose you have a T-shirt that will fit me and a baseball cap or sunglasses.” He stared down at his naked chest. “I seem to have come ill-prepared for undercover ops. If not, I’ll pick up something in the gift shop.”
    Jenna’s gaze zeroed in on his chest, and as they had so often in the past few minutes, her cheeks flamed. “I might have something,” she said and hurried toward the dresser. After riffling through her clothes for a few seconds, she surfaced with an oversize black, white and gold New Orleans Saints football jersey.
    Sawyer held it up. “Are you a fan?”
    â€œI am.” She lifted her chin. “And damn proud of it. So don’t talk bad about my Saints.”
    He winked and dragged the jersey over his head and shoulders. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But isn’t the shirt a little big for you?”
    â€œIt’s perfect to sleep in,” she said, her cheeks reddening again. She handed him a pair of mirrored sunglasses and a Saints ball cap. “Ready?”
    He slipped the glasses onto his face and the cap on his head and nodded. “Let’s go. But me first.”
    Jenna frowned. “Do you think he might be on the other side of the door?” She stepped in front of him. “Maybe I should go first.”
    â€œLady, you’re killing my ego.” He smoothed his hand behind her head, grabbed those lush red curls and tugged, tilting her head back. “But you’re beautiful when you do it.” Sawyer kissed her hard on the lips, set her away from the door and reached for the handle.

Chapter Four
    Jenna bunched her fists. If the assassin waited on the other side of the door, it would take only one bullet to kill Sawyer.
    â€œStand back.” With one hand on the door, Sawyer pushed Jenna out of sight. He glanced through the peephole and then stood to the side as he eased open the door. “Stay.”
    â€œI’m not a dog,” she muttered, her breath catching and holding as Sawyer peered into the hallway and then stepped out. “I’ll be right back.” He left her in the room, the door automatically closing between