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    Jenna ran to the peephole and peered through. She could see only straight across the hallway to a blank wall. No Sawyer.
    She gripped the door handle and remembered Sawyer’s order. Instead of opening the door, she made herself count to ten. If Sawyer wasn’t back by then, she’d go looking for him.
    At nine, a light knock sounded on the door.
    Jenna glanced through the peephole and then jerked open the door, flinging herself into Sawyer’s arms.
    â€œHey.” He chuckled. “I was only gone three seconds.”
    â€œEight,” she said, peeling herself off him, feeling foolish for being so dramatic. “But who’s counting?”
    â€œThe hallway and the stairwell are clear. Let’s go.” He took her hand and drew it through his arm, bringing her body close to his.
    She liked being against him. Something about Sawyer made her feel protected and safe in this new world of danger and intrigue in which she’d landed. Who would have thought mild-mannered, boring Jenna would end up embroiled in an assassin’s plot to murder a navy SEAL?
    Well, she’d wanted to break out of her normal routine. This was as far from normal as she could have imagined.
    They walked arm in arm down the corridor.
    A doorway opened across from the elevator.
    Sawyer stepped forward, putting his body in front of hers.
    Jenna’s heart squeezed hard in her chest. Tyler hadn’t done anything to protect her. Not even hold an umbrella over her head in the rain. And hell, she’d never been in a situation where bullets were involved, but she was pretty certain Tyler wouldn’t have stepped between her and a potential shooter.
    Jenna’s knees shook as she peered around Sawyer, praying he wasn’t about to be shot.
    A young couple dressed in semiformal clothes spilled out of the room, laughing and holding each other like newlyweds. They walked straight across the hallway and hit the button on the elevator to go down.
    By the time Jenna and Sawyer reached the elevator, the bell dinged and the door slid open.
    Again Jenna had a moment of panic, expecting a gunman to spring from inside, wielding a machine gun, mowing down anything that moved. Her hand tightened on Sawyer’s arm.
    He covered it with his own. “It’s empty,” he whispered, leading her in next to the clingy couple.
    â€œAre you the newlyweds from the bridal suite?” the woman asked, practically wearing her man.
    Jenna’s cheeks heated and she opened her mouth to stammer a denial, but Sawyer beat her to it.
    â€œYes, we are.” He slipped his arm around Jenna’s waist and pulled her snugly against his side. “Aren’t we, sweetheart?” He bent to kiss her.
    Taken off guard, Jenna couldn’t think of a response and was saved from having to by the brush of his lips across hers.
    â€œUmm,” he said, deepening the kiss.
    Jenna’s pulse quickened.
    â€œWe tried to get the bridal suite, but it was booked when we made our reservations,” the woman said. “Not that I’m complaining. They assured us our room had most of the same accoutrements, minus the hot tub for two.” She pouted and stared into her new husband’s eyes. “We’ll have to come back on our one-year anniversary, won’t we?”
    Her husband winked and bent to nuzzle her neck. “Maybe we’ll just stay here forever.”
    She giggled, and the bell rang announcing their arrival at the lobby level.
    The door slid open, and Sawyer tensed against Jenna.
    Before Jenna and Sawyer could move, the gushingly happy newlyweds stepped out. “Congrats on your wedding,” the bride said, her eyes sparkling, a smile splitting her face. Blissfully unaware of potential danger lurking around every corner.
    â€œCongrats to you,” Jenna called out. That was supposed to be her on this trip. Happily married to Tyler, giggling and clinging to him.
    Then Jenna realized that would