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He couldn’t even go one night without a wooddess wasn’t a one-night co from her appearance, she probably didn’t even knohat the inside of a bar looked like Rob had probably gone to her ed for an audience

Neither one of the them would be impolite, Chris decided It would also be worth it, just to see the look on Rob’s face when he tried to explain to his high-maintenance lady friend how he knew Chris--if he didn’t pretend she was a coht off the bat But she didn’t want toMediterranean beauty--not now, not ever She could happily go the rest of her life without ever knowing the woman’s name

What if he’s in a relationship with her? What if they’re engaged, or married?

Chris knew that a man anted sexthrough his teeth to get it Rob’s penthouse apartht be his little love nest away fro on that woman, he was out of hisin her direction, and spun on her heel Wildfire anger burned through her, scalding her from the inside out This situation made it impossible to think or work rationally She needed to take a few ht over his beauty and tried to have another cozy chitchat with her

Did you use the sao to whatever snobby country club she belongs to and ask her to dance? Did you tell her that you wanted her more than you could say?

This was unacceptable She had a job to do; she couldn’t let irrational, jealous rage distract her like this She’d gone to bed with Rob an hour after she’da four-one-niner That gave her exactly zero right to be treated as anything else

"Dennis," sheher voice would be picked up by thein front of her

"Yes, ma’am"

She pretended to wipe off soot to grab so five"

"No proble inside and locking the door behind her The state she was in shocked her Her hands shook, her heart pounded, and she still couldn’t catch her breath Fortunately she wasn’t wearing a sound transers office, so he wouldn’t hear her hyperventilating

She took off her jacket, hanging it on the back of the door, and sat on the edge of one of the client chairs She had fiveto need every second of it

Robin had watched Chris Renshaw pretending to be an art dealer for some time before she noticed hiallery

Special Agent Chris Renshaw, he corrected himself as she retreated to a rooent with Aent sounded especially ridiculous, as if she were a spy She wouldn’t be called a constable or an inspector No, in this country they called their investigators detectives or cops

That was a particular thorn in his side: He’d slept with a cop He, Robin of Locksley, the greatest thief of all tiht as well have taken a Brethren to bed

"That scowl on your face ent Renshaw," the contessa said "She was staring at you just before she scurried off to hide"

"So she was" Robin guided his co head of pink hair and led her to the case containing The Maiden’s Book of Hours One glance told hi just before the greedy bastard had sold Marian to Guisbourne

Robin was more interested in the door to the office where Chris had disappeared It re," Salva lass "I can see why you have coveted it all these years" She gave him a quizzical look "But, caro, why have you not taken it before now?"

"It was stolen fro my human lifetime, and then pilfered from his household and taken out of the country," Robin said, watching the office door He didn’t care for the fact that Chris had come to Atlanta only to catch him, and had baited the trap with the one prize that had always eluded him over the years Still, it made no difference No one had ever captured him, not once since he had turned to the outlaw life seven hundred years ago; she would fail just as thoroughly as all the others

What he could not accept, what he would not tolerate another nore hi ever happened between them He had allowed her into his home He had been her lover He had slept in her ar to him, and Robin frowned "What did you say?"