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what happened.”
    “I think I might have been ‘made’ by the delivery guy.”
    Sean winced as he jabbed his damp legs into his jeans, but by the time he wrapped his strong hands around her upper arms to force her to hold still, his command of his body had returned.
    Guilt jabbed through her panic. He wasn’t one hundred percent healed. She’d just put him through some very rough-and-tumble sex, and now she was ordering him to speed up because of a hunch that some random guy might have identified her?
    Luckily, Sean wasn’t so easily spooked.
    “Slow down,” he ordered. “Tell me what happened.”
    Unlike the shaking she’d experienced since their lovemaking, this persistent quake settled the moment Sean touched her. He had a quelling effect on her. Yes, he made her nervous. Yes, he made her hot. But no man to date, not even her father, had ever made her feel so safe.
    “The man from the restaurant. He said he knew me.”
    Sean’s eyes darkened. “Did you recognize him?”
    Brynn concentrated, mentally stripping away the man’s beard and focusing on the shape of his nose, the color of his eyes and the distinctive sound of his voice. For nearly her entire adult life, she’d worked the European division of Titan International. She’d heard more lilts, brogues and accents than a coffee vendor at Heathrow. But she had a very good memory for faces, and nothing about that guy was the least bit familiar.
    “I don’t think so. But he could have been a plant. Someone could have sent him into the hotel.”
    “Or he’s just a guy who thought you looked familiar.”
    She cursed. “I should have dyed my hair. Hell, I should have cut it. Instead, I got laid. Some secret agent I’m turning out to be.”
    “We discussed this,” Sean said, his voice steady. “We had only a brief window to change your look, and we opted to get el Creador working on a new passport rather than take the time to put together a disguise. We made a choice.”
    “Maybe it was the wrong choice,” Brynn said.
    Sean eyed the door, his hands sliding from her arms to her wrists. “It does seem like a weird coincidence that some guy would claim to know you when we’re on the run.”
    “I don’t believe in coincidences, do you?”
    He shook his head. “Two months ago, someone took me off an American street and sent me to England to be tortured for information that I don’t have. Then someone else, we don’t know who, arranged for you to come to my rescue. Now, in a town where you have a high-value contact who can get us the papers we need to slip into France and figure out what’s really going on, you get recognized on your first trip out of the room? No, I don’t believe in coincidences.”
    Brynn continued packing, but she no longer felt like her internal organs needed to pop out of her skin in order to operate. “We need to get out of San Sebastían now. We can use another contact for papers or try to cross the border illegally.”
    “Or we can sniff around first and see if maybe we’re jumping the gun.”
    His voice was even, but his gaze darted to the door. “No one has had time to track us down. We’ve been here less than a day.”
    “We could have been followed,” she insisted.
    “We weren’t,” he argued. “I’m not an amateur, Brynn, and neither are you. On the deserted roads we took, we would have seen evidence of a tail.”
    “They could use cyber tactics.”
    Sean continued to dress, putting on shoes, toweling his hair dry and slicking it back before he checked his ammunition and gun and then shrugged into his jacket.
    “Your laptop has advanced security protocols, and our phones are untraceable. We stole a car at random and ditched it on the outskirts of town. We took public transportation to get to your friend, the forger, so unless he gave us up, no one has had time to find us. You can’t deny the possibility that you’re being paranoid.”
    “Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean someone isn’t out