Stolen by the Sheik (Black Towers Book 2) by Lauren Hawkeye, Suzanne Rock

position.
    Within seconds, Nayo crouched down beside her.
    “How did you do that?”
    “Do what?”
    “Get out of that window so easily. I’m half your size and I swear that thing was trying to eat me alive.”
    He flashed her a half smile. “Years of experience.” He grabbed her hand. “This way.”
    As they walked down the alley and snuck around to the door of the thrift shop, Liv’s head spun with all of the new information.
    There had been three bomb threats that morning, one at Black Towers. An Arab man, possibly Nayo, had been present at all three.
    Nayo had told her that he had “years of experience” climbing out of windows.
    Was Nayo part of that crazy radical movement, the one who hated all Americans? Their erotic interlude in the changing room suggested otherwise. Then again, it was quite possible that he was using her.
    One thing was for certain: she knew nothing about this man. He could be a killer, a suicide bomber, or any number of horrible things.
    “You mentioned that you were a Sheikh—”
    He held up his finger, cutting off her words. “There’s more of them out there.”
    She sniffled as the pollen in the air tickled her nose. “Out where?”
    He led her close to the side of the building and peeked around the corner. After a long moment, he turned to face her.
    “There’s six more cops outside that front door.”
    She widened her eyes. “Are they all looking for us?”
    “Probably.” He glanced over his shoulder at them again. “I think that we can sneak by them, but we’ll have to be very quiet.”
    “What if I don’t want to sneak by them?” When he scowled, she sniffled and hurried to continue. “We’re innocent, so there’s nothing to hide. This is all just a big misunderstanding . . . isn’t it?”
    Nayo steeled his jaw and turned his attention back toward the police out front. “Stay close and try not to make any noise.”
    Before she could question him again, he dragged her out onto the sidewalk and behind one of the police cruisers.
    “Did you see anything?” one of the police officers asked through his radio.
    “Negative. We have them cornered though. Pete’s almost through the door.”
    “Just be careful. They may be armed.”
    “Roger that.”
    Liv felt the sneeze build inside of her. Oh no, not here. . . She glanced over at Nayo, who tightened his grip on her hand.
    “Come on,” he whispered.
    They started to tiptoe away, but with each step, the sneeze built in her nose. She held her breath, then pinched her nose until her eyes watered, but it was no use. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
    “Ah-choo!”
    “What was that?” the cop asked, turning around.
    “Run.” Nayo dragged her to her feet and pulled her down the sidewalk.
    “There they are!” the cop shouted to the others as Liv ran with Nayo down the sidewalk.
    “No, don’t go that way.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s a dead end. Here.” She dragged him down a side street. When that street ended, Nayo took charge, pulling her in down the sidewalk to the left. As they ran, the sound of the officers fell farther and farther behind them.
    “Where are we going?” she asked after a few moments.
    “Somewhere safe.”
    “But I need allergy meds.” She sniffled as another sneeze built in her chest.
    “Later.”
    “You don’t understand. My meds are in my desk at work. If I don’t take them. . .”Ah-choo!”
    “We can’t go back to your desk.”
    “To a convenience store, then.”
    “In case you didn’t notice, we’re being chased by cops.”
    “We can just talk to them—”
    “No.” He pulled her down one side street, then another.
    “But I need it.”
    “God damn it, woman.”
    “Stop, or I’ll shoot.” Two cops materialized from behind a building.
    Nayo jumped behind a car and dragged Liv along with him as gunshots rang out in the air.
    “They’re shooting at us!” Liv said.
    “No shit.”
    “But I’m innocent!”
    “Me too.” He dragged her from one car to another,