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contact with him again.”
    Harry had fed her guilt and gratitude since she was a young girl anxious to leave the institution.
    Leonardo’s jaw tightened. She saw the muscle flicker. “He stole from me.”
    She chewed on her lower lip. “He did. When he took me on this trip to Brazil, he sold me on the idea we’d spend some time together and have fun. I came along because I wanted to believe him, and I did. Even though he wasn’t the best role model, he cared for me in his way. Or so I thought.” She took a deep breath. “Will you help me get out?”
    He stepped toward the bars, and she toyed with the metal. The atmosphere around her shifted, and keeping the stare proved difficult. There was a strange gleam in his eyes. Her entire body roared, her flesh a lot weaker than her resolve. There was no way in hell she would give in to that attraction again; she just had to leash her hormones.
    “Under one condition. If I take you out of this place and keep you from being accused of the crime I know you committed, you are mine,” he said, his voice dropping an octave when he pronounced the last word. His rich, unforgiving Brazilian accent was like the cherry on a hot fudge sundae.
    She blinked. “Yours?”
    His jaw clenched. “You will help me find Harry. You will stay under my watch until I find him and get my sculpture back. If not, I guarantee you this dirty prison won’t be the worst thing that happens to you.”

Chapter Three
    Leonardo grabbed his Mont Blanc pen from his inside pocket and handed it to her, along with the document the sheriff had just printed. “Sign it.”
    “What is this?” she asked, inside the small office.
    The sheriff, a bald, stocky man, rocked back in his chair. A prison guard stood next to her. Despite Leonardo’s conversation with the sheriff a few minutes earlier, Satyanna was still not a free woman, and wouldn’t be unless she helped him find Harry.
    “I explained to the sheriff you’ve been through some traumatizing events lately and acted a tad out of character, such as the driver’s license and the expired tourist visa.”
    “You lied.”
    “So did you, but I attached a promise to invest money to improve this place.”
    “Are you going to do it?”
    “Of course,” he said, even though the thought to help the prisoners get better infrastructure had occurred to him the second he walked into the hellhole. Despite whatever those women had done to be incarcerated, how was there ever a chance for redemption if they lived like caged animals?
    She gave him a small smile. “I guess good things can come from lies sometimes.”
    “I wouldn’t expect a different rationalization from you,” he said, his voice more bitter than intended. He watched her as she leaned and tried to read the paper; her conversational Portuguese didn’t stand a chance against the hardcore legalese. “Your tourist visa has expired, so the sheriff should deport you immediately, but I told him I’d make sure to solve your situation.” He made a mental list of the people he’d need to call to fix that one.
    “And are you?”
    “We’ve talked about this.”
    She sighed.
    “All done, senhor ?” the sheriff asked in Portuguese.
    “All done.” Leonardo cocked his head to the side, and she gave the sheriff the signed papers. When she returned him his pen, his finger brushed against her. A strange sensation shot up his arm. Clenching his pen, he swallowed hard. To go ahead with his plan he had to remember the Satyanna he thought he knew during that weekend never existed. Until he found Harry, he’d need to keep his hormones in check, and the ghost of lurking old feelings dormant.

    “Are you done?” he yelled.
    She opened the bathroom door, and a cloud of steam swirled around her like a seductive dance.
    Moisture evaporated from his throat. His gaze slid from her damp, burgundy hair, down the oversize fluffy towel that seemed even larger on her, all the way to her toes, which curled against the white