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murder. That had been proprietary on Adam Langan’s part, Nick thought, glaring at the road behind his dark sunglasses.
     
    “She’s not what I was expecting,” said Nick.
     
    Ethan made a sound that earned him another glare.
     
    “What now?” asked Ethan.
     
    “You said you wanted to pick up your car at the station, remember?”
     
    “Hmm. We still on for that appointment with Andrew Langan’s attorney?”
     
    “Yeah. It’s at two o’clock.”
     
    Ethan grimaced. “Great. That’s what I want to do right after lunch.”
     
    “Suck it up, princess.”
     
    * * * * *
     
    Augusta took comfort in the hand pressed against the small of her back. Adam’s visit had been twofold. He wanted to check up on her and he was also under orders from Peter Donovan, the Langan family’s attorney, to bring her to the attorney’s downtown office.
     
    She looked up at Adam Langan. He was Drew’s younger brother in every way. They both had the same auburn hair and green eyes. But the similarities ended there. The lines of their faces were similar, but where Drew had been solid and muscled, Adam was two inches taller and slender. When Drew entered a room, he dominated it with his presence, whereas Adam preferred to be lost in the crowd. Then again, Drew had been born, bred and groomed to be a captain of industry, and Adam had seemed content to be in his older brother’s shadow.
     
    “You know,” she began, “you don’t have to be here to hold my hand.”
     
    “I’ve got nothing better to do.” One corner of his mouth quirked upwards. “Besides, have you ever stopped to think that maybe I need my hand held?”
     
    She returned his half grin with a full-fledged one of her own. “Liar. But thank you, anyway.”
     
    She smoothed the front of her slim, silvery gray suit to give her restless hands something to do. He captured her fingers and squeezed. She returned the squeeze, needing the comfort.
     
    Before they reached Peter Donovan’s secretary’s desk, his office door opened and out stepped the walking cliché of a police detective, Nick Markov. Behind him was his partner. Augusta imagined she could hear her shields sliding up and snapping into place. She met Markov’s blue eyes from across the room, and she had to force herself to keep from pressing against Adam for protection from the hard, almost accusing gaze. That, however, didn’t stop the somersaults in her tummy as she took in the long legs encased in blue jeans and the broad shoulders that stretched the dark polo shirt. Her gaze rose, saw the blue eyes darken and wondered if it was too late to turn and run.
     
     
     
    Adam Langan greeted them. Nick acknowledged him with a brief nod, but he couldn’t look away from the woman at Langan’s side. He raked her from head to toe. Gone was the worn, red-eyed woman he had woken up earlier today. Replacing her was a chic woman in a suit that probably cost more than he made in a month on a cop’s salary. But it was worth it, he thought, as he once more followed every gentle rise and dip of her small, slender body. Her skirt ended an inch above her knee. His eyes dipped lower, then traveled back up.
     
    Realizing his line of thought, Nick gave his head a mental shake. The heated sensation clenching and churning in his stomach was out of place, and he couldn’t give into the impulse to jerk her from Langan’s side. Jealousy.
     
    It was Peter Donovan, a stout, balding man in his late fifties, who cleared his throat loudly enough to break the staring contest between Nick and Augusta.
     
    “Adam, Augusta. Would you like to come into the office so we can get started?”
     
    Nick watched the couple follow the attorney through the door and found himself paying too much attention to the hand low on Augusta’s back.
     
    Ethan cleared his throat. “Markov, snap out of it.”
     
    Nick made an incoherent sound that only men understood and glanced at his partner, noting the frown.
     
    “We have to get