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“That’s not otiation” The sparkle returned to her jewel-colored eyes

“If I reotiations 101 correctly, you’re supposed to make a counteroffer”

Her glossy lips parted and her breath hitched

Damn, that was exactly the offer he’d spent every day for teeks fantasizing about, despite his best attempts to think of her only as a client His pri was to protect her, keep her safe, but seeing the awareness flood her expression, all thoughts of his reen eyes of hers and swam in their depths In a heartbeat his lips could be on hers Her delicious mouth would be sweet at first, followed by a burst of tart excitement He lowered his head Hers tilted up Inches turned into millimeters as his pulse pounded in his ears and places lower So wrong and so fucking right

The click of the French door opening took a few seconds to filter through the lust fogging his brain and running roughshod over his body

“I didn’t htly British tone was as effective as a cold shower, and they jumped apart

Standing with one hip cocked, the woman tossed her stark-white hair over a shoulder blade so sharp it could be used to cut steak “Daniel’s been looking for you, Sylvie I’ll be sure to let hi an aard silence in her wake

“I have to go” Sylvie ran to the door, looking back only once, then disappeared into the crowded ballroom

Tony turned to gaze out over Harbor City’s skyline, ablaze in the setting sun Traffic blared forty stories below on streets jaht million people, he’d never felt h that door

Suck it up, Falcon

The cell phone in his pocket buzzed As he strode toward the French door, he glanced at an e-mail forwarded by his team and almost tripped over a topiary bush The stalker had contacted Sylvie again This time, instead of only a few crude words, the creep had upped his game and sent a photo Tony clenched his teeth and opened the attachment The picture showed a wharf rat with a spiked heel driven through its abdo around the animal’s paws, it had been alive when the photo was taken

“Sick fuck”

He cleared his screen He’d worked stalker cases before, and this one et a shitload worse before it got any better Whether Sylvie liked it or not, they were about to spend a whole lot of tiether He refused to let sohter of the men he suspected of murder

Chapter Two

“I wear heels It’s not for a fashion statement, it’s…ammunition”