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said that Lyle owed her, which made Trevor think she might have been promised some kind of payoff. That made sense. He could only think of one reason why such a beautiful woman would hang around with the likes of Lyle Nelson: money. She was a girlfriend for hire—a tough, heartless woman who traded on her good looks to get what she wanted.

      This time, however, it appeared that she’d made a miscalculation. Spitting on the coffin was a transgression that wouldn’t be easily forgiven.

      Three burly mourners grabbed Sierra Collins and forcibly escorted her through the cemetery, away from the grave. When a reporter tried to follow, one of the men snarled and the reporter backed off. They were headed for the road, where many vehicles were parked.

      Trevor figured it wasn’t going to be good news for Sierra when these guys got her alone. He tucked his binoculars into his saddlebag. “I’m going after them.”

      “Need help?”

      “Three of them and one of me.” Trevor liked those odds. “I don’t think it’s a problem.”

      “I know you can deal with three friends of the Militia,” Clark said. “But can you handle that little spitfire?”

      “I’ll try.”

      He flicked his reins, and the mustang stallion emerged from the pine forest. Trevor urged his horse to a gallop at the edge of the trees. Smokey, the mustang, didn’t need encouragement. This stallion liked to run hard and fast.

      In minutes, they approached an outcropping of rocks and trees. Sierra and her three captors were hidden from the view of the people at the cemetery.

      One of the men had his hand over her mouth.

      Suddenly, he yanked his hand away. “She bit me! Damn you, Sierra.”

      “Let me go,” she snarled. “Leave me alone, Danny.”

      “Can’t do that,” he said. “You insulted my friend, and you’ve got to pay.”

      Trevor rode up at full gallop. The mustang stopped short, and he dismounted in one fluid move. “What’s the problem here?”

      “None of your business,” said the one she’d called Danny. “Ride on.”

      “You boys are friends of Lyle Nelson,” Trevor said. It was a statement, not a question. “That means you’re enemies of mine.”

      He sized them up. The one on the left was as tall as Trevor’s six-foot-three-inch height, but he was skinny as a stick and pasty-faced. None of these guys was in good shape. Nor did they have Trevor’s training in hand-to-hand combat.

      Though he didn’t take the impending battle lightly, he was confident. His muscles tensed, and he focused his energy. Behind his eyelids, his mind became crystal clear.

      He could take these guys.

      Walking fast, he strode into their midst. There was one on his left, another on his right. Danny was still busy trying to subdue Sierra.

      The guy on the left pulled a handgun from the waistband of his jeans. Big mistake.

      With a swift kick, Trevor disarmed him. A chop to the throat brought him to his knees, gasping. His wind-pipe wasn’t completely crushed because Trevor had aimed carefully and held back on his assault. He didn’t want to kill these guys. Just to teach them a lesson.

      The second man attacked from behind. Trevor snapped around, delivering a karate chop that broke his nose. The assailant fell back, moaning.

      Danny released Sierra and made the tactical error of charging at Trevor. It took little more than a side step and pressure on the pain center at the elbow to direct Danny’s clumsy charge into the nearby boulders. He crashed, then slid down the rock face, unconscious.

      The other two staggered to their feet. Trevor motioned them toward him, but they both took off running, leaving the handgun behind.

      Trevor picked up the gun. He searched Danny, and found another pistol. He stowed both weapons in his saddlebag.

      The immediate threat was gone, but he didn’t want to hang around while the other two men recruited a mob to come after him.

      Picking up his hat, Trevor dusted off the brim and approached Sierra.

      “Nice job,” she said. “Is that karate?”

      “A type of karate. It’s more like Korean street fighting.”

      She was even more attractive in person than when he’d observed her through the binoculars. Her thick hair was multicolored and tawny like the pelt of a cougar. Her eyes were dark. She held up one palm, signaling him to keep his distance.

      “So,” she said. “What am I supposed to do now? Should I tip you?”

      Her voice had a New York accent. “Where are you from?” he asked.

      “Brooklyn. And you know what? I can’t give you a tip, after all. I’m broke. That scum-sucking Lyle left me without a dime.”

      “Money is important to you.”

      “Duh!”

      He recalled his prior impression that she was a gold digger. But the label didn’t quite fit. Her cotton blouse and black skirt were cheap—one step up from thrift shop. And the bangles she wore on her arm were junk. “I don’t want your money. A simple thank-you is enough.”

      “Hey, I didn’t ask for your help. I can take care of myself.”

      Trevor glanced toward Danny, who was sprawled against the rock, groaning. He was beginning to regain consciousness. “Before I got here, it looked like you weren’t doing a real good job of protecting yourself.”

      Her chin lifted and her dark eyes flared. “I do okay.”

      “I want you to come with me, Sierra.”

      “How do you know my name?”

      He shrugged. “You’re Lyle Nelson’s fiancée. That makes you famous.”

      “Ex-fiancée,” she said coldly.

      If she was sad about her former fiancé’s death, she was hiding it well.

      “There are a few questions I want to ask,” he explained.

      “Forget it,” she said. “I don’t even know you. What makes you think you can tell me—”

      “You’re coming with me.” He shot her a hard-edged glare. “No point in arguing, Sierra. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

      Not in the least bit intimidated, she tossed her head and laughed. “Let me tell you something, mister. Nothing about me is easy.”

      He had the feeling that truer words were never spoken. Sierra wasn’t going to cooperate with him in this interrogation.

      On the ground, Danny had begun to recover.

      Sierra walked past him and peeked around the edge of the granite outcropping. “Damn. It looks like there’s a bunch of mourners headed this way.”

      “We need to get moving,” Trevor said.

      “Yeah, that sounds like a plan. How are we going to do that?”

      “Ride with me.”

      Her full pink lips pursed as she considered his suggestion. “How do I know you’re not going to carry me off someplace?”

      “You don’t,” he said.

      “But I sure as hell don’t want to stay here.” She glanced down at Danny, then looked back at Trevor. “Okay, mister. Let’s ride.”

      When he boosted her into the saddle, her skirt rode all the way up, giving him a breathtaking view of her well-shaped calves and smooth, creamy thighs. He could have stood there all day, just looking. But they needed to make tracks. He mounted behind

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