Slowly, he pulled back, but only a few inches. Just enough that she could whirl around and face him.
And realize he was still way too close, because all she could think of was...him.
“Back to Terry,” he said, abruptly distracting her from the fact she knew that every inch of him was warm, hard and smelled like... Well, she hadn’t had many opportunities to be plastered against a man like this, but she imagined his scent was pure male. In any case, it was startlingly, annoyingly good.
“Is she hiding at another Monteverde estate?”
She looked up into his moss-green eyes. “Someone must be paying you a lot of money.” This was spoken bitterly, but she couldn’t help it. “I assume you want the money or gems Terry has been accused of embezzling, but as she never stole a thing in her life, I hope you rot in hell trying to find it.”
He didn’t so much as blink. “How about we start with the fact that I know she’s not dead. The two of you faked her death, right? So all you have to do is tell me where I can find her.”
Now it was her turn to laugh, but unfortunately, it sounded more like a choked-off cry of dismay.
He frowned, eyes narrowed. “I want an answer.”
“I do not have one for you.”
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