Sealed With A Kiss. Kristin Hardy

was a well-choreographed scene, like the footage she’d seen of presidents and prime ministers walking to vehicles. In seconds, he was safely ensconced in the car and his entourage was inside.

      The sound of the car door slamming behind him echoed across the street. Joss shivered as the car drove away. “So that’s him.”

      Bax nodded and released her.

      It shouldn’t have shaken her. There was no good reason why it did. Joss walked away from the lift building to lean on the railing and look across the water to Gamla Stan. “He looked…ruthless.”

      “He hasn’t gotten to where he is by being kind. So are you ready to step back from this and let me take care of things?”

      “No.” She turned to him, shoulders squared. “I know who we’re up against now, which is going to make me that much better against him.”

      “Stubborn,” Bax commented, bouncing his loosely curled fist lightly off her chin.

      “Determined,” she countered.

      “Not to mention sexy as hell. I seem to remember something about a payment due, by the way.”

      “Payment?” she echoed innocently.

      “If I don’t get it, I’m going to have to send you to collections,” he warned.

      Joss smiled. “Well, then, I guess I’d better pay up.”