His breath quickened. He had to force his hand to relax its grip on the gas pump, which had already clicked off anyway. She was close now, ten yards away, too close by far for a more analytical part of his mind to wonder why on earth one of the most mind-numbingly attractive women he’d ever seen was so focused on him. But the sexy, subtle sway of her hips turned his brain to mush. Too bad. Because if he’d been thinking at all, he might have detected a hint of something predatory in her.

But then she was standing in front of him, those startling blue eyes still locked on his. He figured he should say something, so he opened his mouth. But no words came out. He didn’t have the first clue what to say. As it turned out, it didn’t really matter.

A canvas tote bag was slung over her right shoulder. Her eyes never left his as she reached into it and removed something.

She stepped closer to him.

Close enough to touch.

Rob swallowed hard, struggled to breathe for a moment as he felt his face turn hot.

Then he felt it.

The thing pressed hard against his belly.

He frowned.

That can’t be…

He glanced down and excitement gave way to confusion and terror. The barrel of a revolver-a.38?-was pressed into his midsection, the sight digging painfully into his navel. Rob didn’t know much about guns, but he knew enough to understand this was no toy.

Holy shit, he thought, I’m being mugged by a fucking hot chick.

It was crazy.

She could have just asked him for his money and he would have given it to her. Every cent.

“Look at me.”

Rob looked at her. “What…I…I don’t…what…”

“Shut up.”

Rob closed his mouth.

The girl twisted the gun barrel harder into his stomach, eliciting a small whimper. “I need a ride. I like your car.”

“You can have it.”

She smiled. “No shit. You’re coming with me.”

“But…why?”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as her lips grazed his own. “Simple choice, boy. Come with me or”-she laughed softly-“bang bang.”