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didn’t help that she was up half the night, worrying that someone had tried to break in.”
    Colin’s mouth went dry. He’d specifically heard his intruder run down the back stairs. How could Lena possibly have seen her?
    He forged a nonchalant expression. “You think someone tried to break into the mansion?”
    His brother opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated as Jeffrey, butler to Alec and Colin since the Westwood Mansion had gone into their names, walked by carrying a stack of bathroom towels. The older man obviously knew a few things about Colin’s hidden profession, but Colin knew him well enough to know he’d never talk. Jeffrey looked from one brother to the other, a knowing look on his face that had significantly raised Colin’s annoyance level by the time he left the room.
    Alec laid his hands on the table. “No, I don’t. I think that you were conducting business under this roof again.”
    A roof which was in both of their names, lest he not forget. Though Alec had been working overtime to put the mansion solely in his name, he hadn’t, as of yet, been successful. Colin could have bought him out on numerous occasions, but his desire to play tit for tat with his father had lessened significantly over the years.
    “When we came back into the house last night, the vase at the end of the second floor hall was broken.” Narrowing his gaze, Alec said, “Lena distinctly heard someone running.”
    Colin grimaced. Avoiding Alec’s eyes, he assured himself that he didn’t have anything to hide. Per se . Though he didn’t suppose it would sit well with his younger brother, the fact that rival miscreants were sneaking sexy spies into their home.
    He laced his fingers. “Sure that you two lovebirds didn’t simply have a few too many? It makes sense, actually, that one or both of you might have knocked over that vase in a hurry to, say, get the bedroom? Or, perhaps you’ve become so bored with small town medicine that you’ve started making up stories to amuse yourself.”
    “I might’ve thought so. That is, if you didn’t appear to be working so hard to cover something up.”
    “If you must know,” Colin said, taking a long sip of black coffee, “I was with a woman last night.”
    “A woman?” Alec’s pupils expanded. “What’s her name?”
    Colin scowled. It hadn’t been nearly as long as Alec’s expression implied since he’d been with a woman. Just, the number of hours involved in holding down a dual identity didn’t leave much time for a social life.
    Perhaps this was why he had reacted with such strong carnal desire toward that redheaded temptress. It had been several months since he’d gotten between the legs of such a beautiful woman, and between ones as enticing as those of his little underground spy, it had been far too long indeed.
    He looked nonchalantly upward as he attempted to recall the name of the last woman he’d gone to bed with. “Becky.”
    “Becky.” Alec tapped his fingers against the back of his chair. “What does she look like?”
    Delicate cheekbones. Long red curls, soft like taffeta. Blue eyes that dilate when she’s curious, widen when she’s excited. Long, long legs…
    Colin loosened his collar. “Tall. Decent curves. Long red hair—”
    “Wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top?” Alec cut in.
    She had been wearing jeans, come to think of it. That was rather strange. He’d never known a woman to wear slacks, let alone anything less than an evening gown to one of their parties. And as a spy working for an enemy, he’d have expected her to go all out, making every effort to blend in.
    With a grin that was unsettling to say the least, Alec turned from the bay window. “Although I don’t think this could be more fitting, I think it’s only fair I give you a warning. It seems Lena’s old roommate resurfaced at the party last night. Long, slender legs wrapped in faded denim, wild red waves with a personality to match—let me know when I’m