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.His teeth were sharp and nasty.Was he some kind of bum?Eva clutched her purse and frowned.The man said something in French, and Ewan stood in front of her and bared his teeth.While she didn’t understand what they were talking about, the body language was understandable.The greasy man took a step forward and sneered at them.His hooked nose caught the light, and he fixed a bright eye on Eva.She thought he said ‘bella’, which meant beautiful, but Eva knew she probably heard him wrong.No stranger was going to call her beautiful unless he was trying to get into her pants.And why would a bum try to flirt with her when she was already with another man? Unless he thought Ewan was too for her.The greasy man might.Suddenly, the bum lunged forward, and Ewan caught the man by the arms and slammed him against the wall.The bricks cracked under the assault, and the greasy man huffed.Ewan growled.Eva’s hands trembled and she reached for her cell.She needed to call the police! But she didn’t know the emergency number in Paris.Dammit! What was she supposed to do?The black haired man punched Ewan, and her tour guide flew back and slid across the ground.How strong was this stranger?“What do you want?” she muttered.Eva stumbled back, tripping over the cobblestones, and almost fell into a puddle.“You, bella mademoiselle,” the man said and smiled.His teeth looked sharp in the streetlights.He reached for her.His nails were long and caked with dirt, almost like they were claws.She wanted to turn and run, but her breath caught in her throat and her feet wouldn’t move.She may have lived in New York her whole life, but that didn’t mean she’d been attacked like this.“I am going to make you mine,” the man growled in a thick French accent.Eva’s heart felt like it was going to choke her, and she glanced at the ground where Ewan fell, but he was gone.Did he run off?Great! Just what she needed on her first day in Paris!Then Ewan leapt from the shadows.He and the greasy man skidded across the cobblestone ground, rolling and punching at each other in a frenzy Eva could hardly keep straight.She glanced around, but no one was on the street.They were totally alone out there!She turned to run back to the restaurant.Maybe they could call for help, if she could explain what was happening, but Ewan stood up suddenly.His shirt was ripped, and a dribble of blood ran down his chin.His blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.The bum lay still on the ground.“Is he dead?” she whispered.“Knocked out.Come on,” he said and grabbed her arm, pulling her down the street.“Shouldn’t we call someone?” she asked, stumbling after him.Tomorrow, she’d wear tennis shoes and not heels.“No.That won’t be necessary, lass.The police won’t be able to do a thing anyway.”“But he just attacked us.They can’t lock someone up for that?” What kind of country was France if that kind of behavior didn’t land someone in jail?He smiled, grimly.“Oh, they could lock him up, but it wouldn’t do much good.”Her mind reeled, but she didn’t ask any further questions.Maybe the police in Paris weren’t good at their job, she thought.Plus, her brain felt too bleary to think straight.They got back to the room, and Ewan let her shower first, although he was injured.She washed as quickly as possible, and pulled on her over-sized pajamas before she stepped out of the room.He stood next to the window.His silhouette was dark against the dim glow of Paris below them.Ewan turned when he heard her.“I’ll be quick.Don’t leave the room under any circumstances,” he said and stepped into the bathroom.Doubt clawed at her mind, and Eva waited until the water started before she pulled out her smart phone with trembling fingers.He may have rescued her from that bum, but there was something strange about him.Something she couldn’t put her finger on.She called the tour agency, but she only got a recording.Dammit! They were based in Europe so they’d be closed this late at night.Of course.She’d just have to leave a message instead.“This is Eva Barns,” she whispered into her phone.“I’m wondering if you can give me a call about my tour guide, Ewan McLane.We were attacked by a homeless man in Paris tonight and I want to make sure everything is, um, under control.Thank you.Please give me a call back as soon as possible.”She sat on the bed, and the exhaustion rushed over her body and made her limbs feel like wet noodles.A few moments later, Ewan stepped out of the shower in just a towel.His tan skin shone in the yellow light.The little droplets of water dripped from his hair and over his powerful build.He was even more muscular without the clothes, Eva realized, and licked her bottom lip.Then she noticed the cuts and bruises on his skin.He probably got them from the fight with the bum, and he limped when he walked up to the edge of the bed.“You look tired, lass.Get some sleep.We have a big day tomorrow.”She smiled at the idea of her first full day in Paris.“What do you have planned?”“It’s a surprise,” he said and slipped a pair of boxers on under the towel.The wet cloth fell off at the last moment, and she caught a perfect view of his tight ass.Damn.He was far too gorgeous to be a tour guide.And he was hiding something, she reminded herself.She blushed as he climbed into bed next to her
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