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Him? Nice? Caleb Wilde, ex-spy? Caleb Wilde, corporate attorney? He’d been called s Hell, ruthless …

“Thank you,” he said, and meant it

“You’re welcome”

They smiled at each other She cleared her throat

“I don’t—I don’t like to think ould have happened if you hadn’t—”

“Then don’t,” he said quickly “Don’t think about it, and on’t eve

n talk about it Deal?”

He held out his hand

Sage looked at it Then, slowly, she put her hand in his

His fingers and palm sed hers

No surprise, Sage thought as she got into the li in the way of men ere physically fit

She was tall, too And she earing spiked heels Still, she had to tilt her head back to look at his face

And what a face it was

He was incredibly handsome, not in the pretty-boy way of far too edly masculine

Not that any of that mattered