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blue eyes poking their way from beneath the covers of his bed. And when he’d removed the comforter, he had discovered the daring little vixen they belonged to. With long red waves, lush lips, and a wildly curvaceous figure, she was easily one of the most attractive women he’d ever seen.
    It hadn’t been his intention to kiss her. It wasn’t, after all, the first time an enemy had hired someone to spy on him. It was, however, the first time they’d chosen someone with such soft skin and beautiful breasts to do the job. His intention had been to restrain the girl, frighten her into a confession.
    But rage had quickly turned to arousal as Colin held that saucy piece of work beneath his body. With her warm silhouette pressed against his chest, it had taken every ounce of his willpower not to take better advantage of the situation. Her soft scent dulling his senses, all he’d been able to think about doing was burying his face in her locks and undressing her one piece of tacky clothing at a time.
    Since when had he started letting his urges override his survival instincts? There weren’t many things he hadn’t tried over the years, but mixing business with pleasure was one of them. It wasn’t how he’d gotten where he was. That was for damn sure.
    Thinking about it, he could have sworn he’d seen that young woman before. Though he couldn’t imagine how that could be.
    Perhaps it was for the best that things hadn’t gone any farther than they had. Had he kept going, he wasn’t entirely sure he would have remained the one in control.
    Colin stood and walked to his armoire. Opening the door, he forced himself to focus on his priority for the day. Finding Tucker. That was, if he planned on keeping his neck in one piece.
    Wearing a navy button-down and a pair of black pants, he walked downstairs to the dining room. He didn’t usually make the time for breakfast, but today he was going to make an exception. Between the fact that one of his best men was being held captive, and the idea that that redheaded wench had made it into his bedroom undetected, he was in dire need of a coffee. He passed his request along to Lucy, the downstairs maid, before turning to the man seated at the head of the table.
    “Not eating on the patio this morning?” Colin pulled back a chair, shooting his younger brother a questioning glance. “I thought that you and Lena were into the whole fresh-mountain-air-over-breakfast thing. Where is the lovely lady of the house?”
    Alec, whom many often mistook for Colin’s twin, met his brother’s gaze with a look of exasperation. Dark circles loomed beneath his typically bright eyes. His pupils were bloodshot, and his wavy black hair damp and disheveled. His white coat was draped across the back of his chair, and he was wearing a polo shirt and khakis. The look contrasted drastically from his typical black-and-white ensemble.
    “Upstairs,” he answered with a hint of edge in his voice. “She isn’t feeling well. I thought it was best she stay in bed.”
    “You usually do, just, you typically make a habit of joining her.”
    Alec dropped his fork onto his plate. “Funny.”
    “What?” Colin said with a snicker. “It isn’t exactly a secret that the two of you can’t keep your hands off of each other.” He thanked Lucy as she handed him his coffee. The aroma instantly awakened his senses.
    Sinking back in his chair, he reassured himself that he had just made an excellent point. His prim-and-proper sister-in-law was constantly buzzing in Alec’s vicinity, accompanying him on every outing and errand. If a woman ever tried to do that to him, he’d put a stop to it right then and there.
    Alec stood, slamming his chair against the dining room table. “I’m serious. Lena isn’t herself. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was—”
    “Exasperating?” Colin picked up the newspaper, scanning it for the first good article to catch his eye.
    Alec’s face reddened. “Of course, it