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already signed. All he had to do was get someone to take him home. His mother had wanted to come in from California when she’d heard about his injury, but he’d told her his wound was superficial in nature and he was fine. The last thing he needed was her hovering over him.
    Charlotte Trent had always been a good parent, but now he found her a little too over-protective and controlling for his taste. And knowing why still didn’t make it any easier to stomach. She feared he’d die on the job as her husband had, and if she knew how close Nick had come to manifesting that fear earlier that week, she’d insist he quit.
    She’d also expect him to return to the California to live closer to her. Back to the surfing and the nightlife, the meaningless existence he’d had before he joined DNS. He didn’t want that. Not anymore. Nick knew it was time to grow up and be an adult. He was determined to make his father proud, even if Phillip Trent wasn’t around to see it.
    The hospital room door opened, and Hank strolled in with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.
    Nick stepped into his flip-flops. “You’re late.”
    “Sorry about that. Sandy forgot to set her alarm.”
    Nick grinned. “Well, no wonder you’re smiling. Got lucky, did you?”
    Hank arched an eyebrow. “Lucky isn’t the word for what I got. Man, I never dreamed it could be that good. The woman is some kind of acrobat.”
    Nick laughed, then flinched and grabbed his side. “Shit, don’t make me laugh. It hurts like hell.”
    Hank shrugged. “Sorry. Are you ready?”
    “More than ready. Let’s go, and on the way to my apartment I expect you to tell me all about your adventures at this so-called circus. I want a blow-by-blow of every cartwheel, roll, and tight wire act.”
    “You know, Nick." Hank shook his head. "A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
    “I don’t want to hear about the kissing, just everything else.”
    They both laughed. Nick pulled his stitches again and grimaced. A nurse rolled a wheelchair in and patted the seat. “We ready to go?”
    Nick rolled his eyes at Hank and sat down in the chair. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
     
    Shiloh lay on her back, dumbbell bench-pressing forty-pound weights. She’d been on edge all day and had come down to the weight room to burn off some excess energy.
    Nicholas Trent’s kiss three days earlier still played over in her mind. She’d never experienced a total brain-freeze like that before. Her common sense flew the coop when their lips met, and her breasts still tingled from the experience. He had to have some kind of special knowledge about kissing, because she couldn’t get the darn thing out of her head. She could still taste him—could still feel the heat of his tongue on hers.
    She shivered at the thought.
    “You cold, Director?” Gary Freeman stood over her, his eyes focused on her chest.
    “No, why?” Shiloh glanced down at where his attention lingered and saw the imprint of her hardened nipples jutting against her gray T-shirt. Damn Nicholas Trent and his expert kisses.
    “Don’t you have a job to save, Freeman?” She sneered at the man, angry he was checking her out to begin with. He literally gave her the creeps; he wasn’t the first person to do that, unfortunately.
    Freeman’s hazel eyes narrowed. He mumbled something under his breath and stalked off.
    She smiled, lifted the barbell, determined never to think of Nicholas Trent’s lips again.
    After she’d showered, she rode the elevator up to the eighth floor and walked down the hall to her office. It was quiet this time of night and she knew that working alone up here, she could get some much-needed work done. Clear away a few files.
    She opened her office door and her heel caught on a large manila envelope lying on the carpet. She picked it up and turned it over. There wasn’t anything on the outside. No mailing address. Nothing.
    With mild interest, she tore it open and stopped dead.
    Her hands began to shake.
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