"This isn't a game. It's my life!"
"Exactly," he growled into her ear. "Locals, not necessarily the trustworthy ones, will be out there tonight, seeing me with a woman they think is Alyssa. If you're gasping and fighting and pushing every time I put a hand on you, they'll know you're an imposter. And if the man chasing you offers them money for information about a suspicious female…you'll be an easy target to spot."
And an easy one to kill. Jack didn't say it, but he thought it. Just as Morgan did.
"Couldn't I leave here as a bag lady or a nun or something?"
"Your gun-toting friend is going to be waiting, watching. Don't you think the emergence of a nun from a strip club would send up a few red flags?"
He was right, damn it. She had to get a grip. If dressing like a stripper and letting a good-looking guy fondle her for a few minutes was all it took to keep her safe, she'd survive the embarrassment and the blow to her modesty.
