Sin on the Run by Lucy Farago

Blake has commitment issues.”
    â€œMaggie, mind-blowing as the sex was, we didn’t elope. And I’m guessing that after today, I won’t ever see him again, and if I do, it was sex. Great sex,” she repeated more to see Maggie blush than anything else. She loved doing that to her.
    â€œStop trying to embarrass me. You’re a big girl. I know you have sex—”
    â€œOff-the-chart sex. I mean that man knows how to use what God gave him and, Maggie, God—”
    â€œStop it. I don’t need to know what God gave him.” But she failed to keep a straight face.
    So Rhonda ran with it. “Are you sure, because . . .” She held up her hands ready to give a great fish story when Maggie tugged them down.
    â€œLocker talk is not nice.”
    â€œGuys do it all the time,” Rhonda argued.
    â€œWhich is why women have evolved further. Now where were we?”
    â€œSex. Hot, dirty—”
    â€œYou’re not the type of girl that sleeps around,” Maggie spoke over Rhonda. “I don’t want you getting hurt. This morning Christian said Blake would give up a testicle,” she used air quotes, “to save another person’s life. And had on more than one occasion saved Christian’s, but I got the impression he was a company man. He’s good to the women he’s with but his job comes first. A couple of times, he’d have sworn Blake was going to marry the woman he was dating, and then Ryan would give him an assignment and by the time Blake returned, he’d broken it off.”
    â€œOkay, Maggie, that’s all fine and well, but what’s it got to do with me? I slept with him. A one-time thing. I understand one night stands. Fine, I’ve never had one, but I understood what last night was. Come on, have you seen him? For once, I wanted something for me, something a little reckless, a little selfish, and—yeah, a little insane. Is that so bad?”
    â€œNo.” Maggie hugged her again. “And the fact that it nearly got you killed was totally coincidental.”
    Rhonda drew back. “Was that a dig?”
    Maggie smiled. “Nah.”
    â€œSarcastic—”
    They were interrupted by Lieutenant Cooper. “Ladies, I need to talk to Rhonda.”
    â€œHow’s Blake?” they said in unison.
    â€œHe’s tough. This isn’t his first shooting, so he knows what he’s up against.”
    Exactly how many times had the man been shot?
    Approaching, he lowered his voice. “Right now, it’s you I’m worried about.” He pointed to Rhonda.
    â€œMe? I didn’t get hurt.”
    â€œLet’s go somewhere private.” Cooper led the way, sticking his head into an empty room and seeing it occupied, tried another. Finding one, he motioned to one of the officers standing in the hall, to stand guard. Once the three of them were inside, he closed the door.
    What was going on?
    â€œRhonda,” he started. “I know you only got a partial look at the guy, but did he see you?”
    Rhonda thought for a minute, not eager to relive the whole ordeal. She pictured where she’d stood, spraying the cologne before he’d had time to turn around. “If he had, it was for a millisecond. I nailed the air with cologne. It nearly choked me.”
    â€œEnough to ID you?”
    â€œYou think she’s in danger?” Maggie was in mother hen mode.
    â€œI don’t want to scare either of you, but honestly, if he can identify Rhonda, then yes. I’m not going to insult your intelligence. That was a hit and Rhonda, you were witness to it.”
    â€œAnd now she’s in trouble. Isn’t she?”
    Rhonda was too stunned to say anything. To think that someone had been hired to kill him elevated the fear and anxiety factor from the “normal” Vegas level.
    â€œBlake’s going into hiding. And Rhonda,” he added, “that means you too.”
    He