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And that was all it took to yank her right back into the real world so fast she could smell fried wires
The boyfriend cover story had been her own it-sounded-brilliant-at-the-tih air between their bodies that his warm,her to rub up against his hard body and find out if his skin tasted as good as he smelled
Mentally slapping herself, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to breathe Means to an end When she cracked her eyelids, a blush rushed up from her toes
He’d cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow
Refusing to give in to the eive you the penny tour Again”
Tony could still taste Sylvie on his lips and it was driving him crazy Ithe couldn’t do a dah her apart commentary of fashion trivia, funny anecdotes about where she’d picked up this purse or that scarf, and the latest shoe trends, Tony kept his ears tuned for a tell-tale beep from the TV-remote-sized radio frequency detection device tucked away in his jacket pocket It would alert hiaze traveled over the fashion htly colored furniture, the books lining nearly every wall, and the shoes that were…everywhere But his attention always returned to the swath of bare skin exposed by the deep V in the back of her shirt It wasn’t big, at estured with her ar showed off her muscles as they undulated
Soht and curve of a woman’s breasts For Tony, the play of a woman’s muscles across her back—especially as she rode hi else
Sylvie Bissette could make every man happy, which completely pissed him off
Every tihter of murder suspects, his cock hollered hot wo in for a fake kiss hadn’t been part of his plan when he rang the doorbell He’d just h to whisper, in case her stalker had listening devices or cameras hidden in the third-floor walk-up Then he’d touched her and she’d shivered in his arainst her warm skin Of all the stupid moves he could have made, that topped it
Her life and Keith’s justice were on the line, here Anyway, rich girls who spent their days writing about shoes didn’t date guys from his side of the harbor Not that he wanted to date her He was experiencing a normal reaction to a woman with more curves than a mountain road
Sense of purpose renewed, he followed her into the creaalley but ser than a table for tould never fit Needing to check the visual screen on the radio frequency detector, he plopped his duffel and equip the reason behind his cla showed up on the screen Finally, good news
“What’s that?” She leaned over the island, angling for a better look
The h that the lavender scent of her honey-brown hair taunted hi hiainst his cheek Only his white-knuckled grip on the device stopped hi out
“It’s a radio frequency detector,” he answered “It picks up signals fro devices and hidden cameras”
Her olive skin lost its healthy tone and her gaze flicked around the rooed?”