Jenny ripped her arm free and behind her. A gun clattered to the floor, and she kicked and pushed at it with her high heels. Asher dove for it as the other man raised a gun at him. He heard Jenny grunt, kick, and scream. A shot rang out, the ricocheting bullet pinging around Asher but not hitting. He had Jenny’s Glock. Who knew where she’d found two guns? Didn’t matter. Asher had aimed, and Jenny struggled in the Bowie brother’s arm. Her arms flayed, and she pulled a knife from her pocket, slashing at the man’s arm around her.

The Bowie brother hollered, releasing her, and Asher ran forward, punched him, relishing the snap of his jaw. Jenny dove behind Asher, and he pounced on the downed man, whipping him across the face with the gun. Bowie Brother was out cold.

Asher took a deep breath and turned to Jenny. Her eyes were wide, but she wasn’t bleeding and didn’t look hurt. “Sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“You okay?”

She nodded again.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and redialed Murphy. “Now you owe me, and I never want to hear ‘sir’ again.”

***

It was the middle of the night. The lights and sirens had long since disappeared. Titan and the FBI were gone. The news vans were even packing up after the crazy night of on-air reporting.

Asher watched Jenny finish the last of the cake they’d ordered from room service. He made a mental note to thank them for scrounging it up even after the kitchen had closed.

“Talk about a night we’re going to remember.” She tossed the fork onto the crumb-covered plate. “That was good. Chocolate makes everything better.”

“Did you think we’d ever be here?” he asked.

“Snacking on room service while naked in bed after your stalkers tried to kill us? Nope.” She giggled. “But I could at least have imagined the naked and cake thing.”

“Think you want to do this next election night?”

“Heck yeah.”

“What about the one after that?”

She laughed and stretched next to him. “I’m pretty sure you can coax me anywhere with a good piece of cake.”

“What if I wanted to be governor?”

She smiled. “What if you want to be president?”

“You’d make a great first lady.”

“Glad you think so. Let me know if anyone else is in the running. I’ve apparently got some great fighting moves I might try out again.”

He laughed and pulled her against his chest. “What if I wanted to walk away from it all after this term? I’d be some normal guy with a famous actress on his arm.”

“No one’s famous but you.”

“You keep telling yourself that, and one of these days you’ll realize the truth.”

She shrugged. “What if we were both unknown?”