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mind. He looked down on her hair, glossy as silk.
    Tony steeled himself. This woman had fooled the clerk in the store, the same way she’d doubtless fooled others. She associated with Hinson; she shoplifted. Some lawyer! Stretching out a hand, he stroked her purse strap where it lay across her shoulder. “Why do you think, Penelope Sue Fields?”
    She stiffened, then delivered a quelling glare. If looks could kill, his finger would have shriveled off. “I have no—” Her lips clamped shut on her words. And sure enough, she cast her eyes toward her purse. Tony had seen that look, time and time again—that nervous telling of one’s guilt.
    He’d seen it in men stopped for a moving violation, whose telltale glances ended in searches that revealed guns, drugs, and, once, a prostitute stashed in the trunk of a businessman’s Town Car.
    Penelope gave herself away. Tony had wanted to give himself the chance that perhaps he had misinterpreted and she hadn’t stolen, but that glance, followed now by a shifting of her stance, of another anxious look toward him, then back to her purse, confirmed his suspicion.
    And the darnedest thing about it was the way her cheeks glowed and her blue eyes turned even bluer. “You wear your guilt pretty well,” he said roughly.
    “Oh, why, thank you.” Then she stepped back. “Guilt?”
    He tipped a finger toward her purse.
    She pulled it closer to her side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now I have to go, and I do not want you to follow me.”
    “No?” He drawled the word. “I guess you don’t.”
    “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
    Tony rubbed the side of his cheek. “You actually enjoy Hinson’s company, or does he just buy you nice trinkets?”
    If he thought he’d seen fire in her eyes before, it had been only a spark compared to the flames that danced now. “Are you a friend of his?”
    “Not as good a friend as you appear to be.”
    Her fist clenched and Tony found himself wondering whether she’d ever slapped a man.
    “What he is to me is none of your business.” She turned to go, then swung back to face him. “You have been following me, haven’t you? Not just today, but for some time. You must have been; otherwise how would you know anything about David Hinson?”
    Tony shrugged, gave her his best insolent grin. He wanted her to know he was watching, wanted her to wonder why. He knew she was merely the pawn caught in his and Hinson’s sights, but if he could use her to wreak any degree of punishment on Hinson, he’d do it.
    Her lips had parted slightly. She was clutching her purse and looking at him with those baby blues as if she’d been bom yesterday. Only now he knew better. His shadow fell across her body as he leaned toward her. “Get used to it,” he said.

Chapter 3
    Penelope had parted her lips to deliver the most quashing retort of her life when she registered a tugging motion coming from within her purse. She clamped her elbow more firmly against the side of her bag and to her dismay heard a definite “Oomph!”
    Hoping she hadn’t injured her uninvited passenger, Penelope licked her parched lips, so quickly dehydrated by the oppressive heat, then darted a finger under the collar of her blouse in an attempt to cool herself.
    What with the humidity added to the heat of this man’s intense gaze, Penelope’s internal thermostat had risen to the red zone.
    In an attempt to dampen at least one source of the heat, she inched away from the dark-eyed man who’d played such a stellar role in her fantasies of recent days. His behavior ought to teach her not to make up stories—look how different he was in real life!
    With her free hand, she reached out and tapped on his broad chest, which loomed so close to hers. Mustering a bravado she didn’t know she possessed, she said in a tight voice, “Get lost.”
    His eyes widened. A smile licked across his wide mouth. “Nice touch,” he said in a caressing sort of voice, but at least