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getting close. The woman is trouble with a capital T.”
    “A woman half my size who doesn’t know the proper way to dress?” Was Alec kidding? What did she plan on doing to him exactly, kneeing his goods until it stung so badly it killed him? Close as she’d come to doing just that, the girl didn’t stand a chance.
    “She may be a little…rambunctious. But I hardly think breaking a tacky antique quantifies her as trouble.”
    “I wouldn’t underestimate her if I were you,” Alec said. “Julia made a play for me before Lena and I were married. I was bringing Lena a bouquet of flowers, and I ran into Julia instead. She offered me some assistance. Let’s just say that the flowers never made it to their intended source.”
    “So she took them,” Colin said, wondering whether there was a point to this conversation or whether Alec was simply wasting his time as usual. “I’d have done the same thing if I’d thought it might have prevented me from being subjected to the never-ending love fest I’ve been forced to endure. Look, I realize you’re not exactly experienced in dealing with women who don’t make a habit of singing to the birds on the terrace, but trust me. I’m more than prepared to handle Julia.”
    Julia . Her name suited her. She reminded Colin a bit of a shiny red jewel, which, when touched, sparkled brighter than any star in the sky. Though, like all things tempting, there was likely a hidden curse looming beneath Julia’s surface.
    He wondered whether he could be alone with her again and not attempt to finish what she’d started. She was a very beautiful woman, and it had taken every ounce of strength not to have her right there in his bed. Perhaps it would be better for everyone if he took Alec’s advice and kept his distance.
    Colin stared at his younger brother, debating whether to go on. If he could gather enough information to prove to himself that Julia wasn’t working for an enemy, he’d be free to pursue another close encounter with her. Though it had been a while since he’d sealed the deal with such an attractive Lorelei, his reputation did precede him. There was always a possibility it had been for this very reason that she’d sought him out.
    “I don’t suppose there’s a last name that goes with that?” he pressed. “I assume Lena caught the name of the woman she was living with. Your wife does tend to air on the side of caution.”
    “Dyson,” Alec answered shortly.
    “Dyson?” For the second time in less than twelve hours, Colin wondered whether he felt a heart attack coming on. “Come to think of it, that vase was worth a good deal of money. I think I’ll pay Ms. Dyson a visit. She ought to be made aware of the cost of the damages she’s incurred.”
     
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    “You’ve got to be kidding me, Julia. Sneaking into a party is one thing, but into Colin Westwood’s bed!”
    Exhausted and drowsy after one heck of a sleepless night, Julia shifted the phone from her right ear to her left. She leaned back against the pillows on her living room couch.
    It was only seven o’clock in the morning, but already her chatty best friend was hard at it. Julia held the phone several inches away from her ear as Abigail was speaking so loudly on the other end it was a wonder the neighbors hadn’t yet called the cops.
    It was something she really ought to get on doing herself. That was, if Colin Westwood hadn’t already taken care of matters last night.
    Snapping her eyes closed, she struggled to remember just what had possessed her to drive over to the Westwood Mansion. In less than two hours, she’d broken into the wealthiest home in North Conway, destroyed an expensive-looking antique, and snuck into the primary resident’s bed. And as if that wasn’t enough of an addition to her resume in the lifetime hall of shame, the bastard had caught her red-handed. And he’d seen her face.
    The cops weren’t about to arrest the son of the most powerful man in New England.