police department? The woman had nerves of steel.
As enticing a potential spy as she might make, however, Pete couldn’t put her in harm’s way. He needed to find a way to make a surreptitious call and arrange an incident at the airport that would prevent Elle from boarding Alazandro’s private jet. A fake customs ploy, maybe. A phony arrest warrant—
Alazandro said, “Whoever is trying to get me came damn close this time.”
Pete said, “He came close to getting all three of us.”
Elle whistled. “You can say that again.”
Pete, sensing his chance, said, “We don’t need someone else to worry about, boss. Leave the woman here. She can fly down later.”
As Alazandro glanced into the back seat, Pete used the mirror. Elle’s blinding white T-shirt revealed an amazing amount of creamy cleavage. The top curves of her breasts looked smooth and inviting. The stirring in Pete’s groin had as much to do with the memory of her naked as it did with her wavering image in the mirror. She flicked a few blond hairs away from her heart-shaped face and smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges as she licked her lips for Alazandro.
The temptress was back.
Pete said, “We had to leave your duffel bag back at the stable. It probably held your passport—”
“Nope, that’s right here in my purse.”
“Stop fussing, you’re not her father,” Alazandro said, casting Pete an annoyed frown. He added, “I hear your father is a judge, Elle. Whereabouts?”
“Down in Butter Gulch, Arizona,” she said.
“I built a resort down that way a few years ago,” he said, wincing as he tried to get comfortable. “Near the border. So you grew up in Arizona?”
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