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giving her some breathing space.
    “Please. I like hearing you beg.” His voice was a rumbled whisper, his accent was honey sweet. Instead of setting her free, he leaned forward, his face just inches from hers. Suddenly, she remembered just what he was and what he was capable of doing. She went very still, her eyes wide in fear.
    “Don’t be afraid of me, Coco.” Easing back even further, he kept her legs pinned. He reached out, stroking her cheek gently. “What happened to you, baby?”
    Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard. What had happened? She wasn’t completely certain. She frowned, vaguely remembering another life, one lived in comfortable surroundings and safety. She looked up into Antonio’s eyes, noting in the dim light they looked tawny and golden, reminding her of his feline origins. This time, she wasn’t quite so frightened of him. After all, he hadn’t hurt her.
    But he could.
    “You’re dangerous.”
    He smiled gently. “I am dangerous, but not to you, Coco. Never to you.” He ran the tip of his finger over her lips. “Such odd eyes. So beautiful.”
    She blinked in confusion. “Why are they beautiful?”
    “One blue, one green.”
    Beautiful? She’d taken to hiding, wearing contact lenses to mute and hide the color. Tears started and she blinked them away. She struggled to sit upright, and he lifted slightly, helping her to lean back against the wall. When he lowered himself again, he straddled her lower legs. Gracefully, Antonio scooped up the stolen file from the floor. He studied it for a moment, and then looked at her.
    “Why did you take this?”
    She shrugged. In truth, she couldn’t explain the impulse. But she should at least try to be honest. “I was curious. You’re looking for someone.”
    “I am. Would you like to hear more about what I do?” When she nodded, he continued. “I’m a private investigator.”
    “I thought you were a model.” She ducked her head, hiding a slight smile. She suspected that part of his past annoyed him. A huff of breath told her she’d scored a hit, however small.
    “Once I was. Now I’m an investigator.”
    She wondered if people took him seriously, with his high fashion clothing and pretty boy appearance. Most likely not. Just like they didn’t take a crazy street woman seriously. He shuffled the paper, doing his best to flatten out the creases.
    “How long you been a PI?” She looked at him skeptically. He was way too expensively dressed for an investigator. He must be living off earnings from his past career. And she was right on the mark. His cheeks flushed slightly.
    “I got my license about a year ago. My office is in Seattle.”
    “Oookay.” She supposed there weren’t many paranormal private investigators wandering around. He was definitely in a niche market.
    “A fellow came to me… a co-worker. His sister has gone missing. She’s a lawyer.” He tucked the papers back into the dog-eared file. “He can’t be here in Miami to search for her himself, so our employer agreed to foot the bill, as he has need of her services.” He sat back slightly, putting a slight amount of pressure on her legs, reminding Coco she was at his mercy. Instead of fear, a slight thrill ran through her. Now that she knew he’d give her space, she was beginning to enjoy this game.
    “What’s all this to me?” She glanced away, pushing the heavy cords of hair from her face. She was hungry and had to pee. She also knew he wasn’t going to let her move until he was damned well ready.
    “Most likely nothing. I was just hoping maybe you’d seen her around.” He reached into his jacket, pulling out a photograph. He studied it for a moment, and then looked at her face. “I was hoping you know our missing woman. She’s from Ft. Lauderdale. Her name’s Chloe O’Shea.”
    For a moment, her ears rang and her stomach lurched. He turned the photo around so she could see the image of a pretty, professional woman. She smiled up at Coco from the