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attacked me and not you, and I will go to the E.R.”
    He was trying to spare her the postattack ordeal, from the investigations through to the trial.
    Still... “I can’t let you bear the burden of this mess.”
    Those daunting shoulders barely moved in dismissal. “In comparison to the messes I deal with daily, this is a breeze.”
    She’d bet. Rashid had created his IT development empire from scratch in record time. He must have dealt with endless obstacles and adversaries to remain at the top of such a cutthroat field. And it would be a mess for her, sabotaging the peaceful life and low profile she’d struggled to create since she’d left Zohayd.
    “Okay.” The tension gripping the night eased, until she added, “But only if you let me drive you to the E.R.”
    “You think I won’t keep my word?”
    “I think you’d keep your word even if it meant your life.”
    Another long, empty stare greeted her statement, which she now realized signified surprise. “Why this stipulation, then? You think I can’t drive myself?”
    It was her turn to shrug. “I’m taking no chances.”
    His grimness deepened until she was certain he’d say no.
    Suddenly, he handed her the bloody scarf. She fumbled with it as if with a hot coal as he fished inside his coat for a pen and a notebook. He scribbled a few lines, tore the paper out, bent and tucked it onto a thug. A calling card on gifts for the police?
    The thug stirred as Rashid whispered in his ear before slamming him into the ground, snuffing his consciousness again.
    Calmly rising, he retrieved the scarf from her limp fingers, turned on his heels and crossed the street to his car.
    He was leaving?
    She watched him go, at a loss for what to do.
    Instead of taking the wheel, he walked around to the passenger’s side. Then, leaning over the car’s top, he looked across the distance at her. “Coming?”
    Her heart gave a thunderclap of relief as she stumbled into a run, her four-inch stilettos a staccato of eagerness on the asphalt.
    In seconds she was inside the posh car, heard faint sirens in the distance as the door closed behind her with a muted thud.
    Trembling with the urge to throw herself at him and hug him, she turned to him. “Thank you.”
    He ignored that. “Are we waiting for them after all?”
    “Oh, no.” She fumbled for the ignition, discovered that the car was running, the motor so smooth it didn’t produce sound or vibration. The car was such a dream to handle that even in her state, she drove to the nearest E.R. without incident.
    As she parked, he turned to her. “Now drive home. I’ll have the car and a driver at your disposal from now on.”
    He was almost out of the car before she flung herself after him. “I’m coming in with you.”
    His stare was even more spectacular in close quarters. “The deal was to drive me here, not escort me inside.”
    She clutched his arm tighter. “New deal, then.”
    “You have nothing to thank me for.”
    Now he answered her earlier thank you.
    “I wasn’t thanking you for saving my life, since I figured you’d have an allergic reaction to that. I was thanking you for letting me bargain with my safety for yours. Don’t revert to being an aggravating superhero and insist on walking into the night alone.”
    After yet another long stare, he turned and exited the car.
    Her heart constricted with disappointment and anxiety. If she persisted now, she’d be imposing on him.
    Well, tough. That big, bad warrior would just have to use his endless stamina to put up with her concern.
    The moment she was out of the car, her heart gave that boom that only he provoked. He was standing at the E.R. entrance, his pose worthy of the superhero she’d likened him to, one hand braced on his lean hips, the other still gripping her bloody scarf.
    He was waiting for her.
    She ran toward him, her heartbeat overtaking her feet.
    Before she reached him, those cruelly sensuous lips twitched. Was that a smile? She wouldn’t