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redhead. Everyone knows Taggarts only marry redheads.”
    Ian huffed. “Damn. I never thought about that. We have a type. Red headed and a little mean.”
    So lying and blonde and traitorous didn’t fit into his family. “I’ll be fine, Ian. Forget about the girl. I’ll deal with her and I won’t even have to fuck her.”
    He wouldn’t touch her. Not again. He would come up with any reason not to get his hands on her.
    Because he wasn’t sure if he did get his hands on her that he would ever be able to let go.
    “I’m not telling Erin, Case.”
    That was one decision Case agreed with. “We can’t tell her until we’re a hundred percent sure.”
    She couldn’t lose her love twice. He had to make sure Erin and Theo had a happy ending.
    It didn’t look like he was going to get his own, but then he should have always known that.
    He opened the folder and began to prepare for his mission.
     

CHAPTER ONE

     
     
    Dallas, TX
    After a whole bunch of stuff happened in From Sanctum With Love…
     
    Mia Danvers stood outside the building that housed her target and shivered a little. Not because of the cold but because of what she was about to do.
    Moth to a flame.
    Or rather very stupid woman to a freaking gorgeous, two-hundred-pounds-of-muscle cowboy commando.
    Why him? Why did it have to be Case Taggart? He was so far from the men she normally dated as to be ridiculous. She liked smooth men, polished and a little on the metro side.
    Men who didn’t make her heart pound just by walking in a room. Men who didn’t make her insane.
    Her cell phone trilled and she practically jumped at the chance to not walk into that building. She glanced down at the call. Her brother Brandon. Her sweet brother, the one she was closest in age to.
    The one who could turn violent so quickly. The one she worried she would lose one day.
    “Hey, Bran. What’s up?” She was supposed to be in Austin. This trip to Dallas and then on to South America was completely unscheduled and very secretive, and she was hoping to keep it that way. Oh, her oldest brother would figure out something was up eventually, but she’d given the pilot of one of the smaller corporate jets her best sob story and a bottle of expensive Scotch. Surely Drew wouldn’t miss one little tiny luxury jet. 4L Software had several.
    “Why are you going to Colombia?”
    Damn it. Did they have a locator chip on her? Or maybe they had a psychic on hand to always guess where she would get into trouble next. She wouldn’t put it past them. “What? Why would I go to New York? I don’t have any friends at Columbia University.”
    A deep chuckle came over the line. “Oh, baby sis, you know how I love your plotting and I so enjoy watching you make Drew crazy, but I also love you. And keeping you alive is important to me. So I’m going to ask again and be more precise in my language. Why is there a corporate jet headed for Cartagena, Colombia? You know, it’s that place in South America. Supposed to be lovely. Also the site of many corporate kidnappings, which is why we have to have insurance for anyone who heads down there. Are you chasing a story?”
    She was chasing a ghost and she needed Bran to keep his mouth shut or big brother would be chasing her. “It’s sensitive, Bran, and I need you to not tell Drew about it.”
    “All right.” Her brother sounded calm and collected, but then he almost always did. Bran appeared to be the most laid back of her brothers. With his charming manner, it was an easy mistake—right up to the moment he went berserk. Never on her. Never on any woman. Bran loved women of all shapes and sizes and ages. He was the man most likely to drop whatever he was doing to make sure an old lady crossed the road safely, but when it came to other men he could get nasty. Especially if he thought one was mistreating a female. Naturally he chose to hang out in strip clubs where he could get his rage on regularly.
    She often wondered if Bran’s volcanic