She still looked angry, but I didn’t care.

“In the last five hours, lady, I’ve been thrown out of a hotel, rescued Monty again, stabbed in the leg and hit by a car. And this hasn’t even been that bad of a trip, so if you think-”

Her gun dropped to the ground as her lips crashed into mine, and I could taste the cheap tequila she’d just been drinking. God I had missed her.

As I pulled away, still enjoying her kiss, she stepped back and I saw that she was holding my wallet. She picked up the revolver, flicked off the dust and winked.

“Monty didn’t need rescuing, and you’re in deeper trouble than you think.” She glared at me. “You should have left things be in Spain. Now-”

Her gorgeous blue eyes barely registered surprise as the bullet ripped through my shoulder.