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wasn’t exactly sure what to say, but if it would get her out of the room and off his wayward mind, he was game to give it a try. “I was in the Boy Scouts.”
    She frowned. “That’s not it.”
    “Visited dangerous cities?”
    A shake of her head.
    “Had the occasional bar fight? Never started one,” he felt compelled to point out.
    She braced her hands on the back of a chair and pinned him with a pointed stare.
    “You’re not leaving,” he noted.
    “That’s all you’ve got?” she demanded.
    “What more do you want?”
    “I don’t know. Something out of the ordinary. Something that taught you how to deal with danger.”
    “I grew up on the south side of Chicago.”
    “Seriously?”
    “No, I’m making that part up.”
    “Was it in a dangerous part of town?” she asked, leaning forward, looking intrigued.
    Alec liked the way her pose tightened her T-shirt against her body.
    “Relatively,” he told her. Crime had been high. Fights had been frequent. He’d learned how to read people and avoid situations, and how to handle himself when things went bad.
    Her voice went low and intimate, as if somebody might overhear them. “Were you like a gang member? In rumbles and things?”
    He reflexively leaned closer, lowering his own voice. “No gang. I was raised by a single father, a Chicago cop with very high standards of behavior.” Not that Alec had ever been tempted to join a gang. But his father most certainly would have stopped him cold.
    “Your father’s a police officer?”
    Alec sat back. “Not anymore. He’s owner and CEO of Creighton Waverley Security.”
    “So, you work for him?”
    Alec shook his head. Work for his old man? Not inthis lifetime. “I do occasional contract work for his company.”
    “Like this?”
    “This is a private arrangement between me and Ryder International.”
    “There’s an edge to your voice.”
    “That’s because you’re still asking questions.”
    “Are you mad at me or your father?”
    “Do you ever stop?”
    “Do you?”
    “I’m paid to ask questions.”
    “Yeah?” The smile she gave him sent a rush of desire to every pulse point in his body. “I do it recreationally.”
    They stared at each other in thickening silence, and he could hear the alarm bells warming up deep in the base of his brain. Both Royce and Jared were protective of their sister, and they would not take kindly to Alec making a pass at her.
    Not that Alec would ever make a pass at a client.
    He never had.
    Of course, he’d never wanted to before, either.
    So, maybe it wasn’t his high ethical standards that kept him on the straight and narrow. Maybe he’d simply never been presented with a client who had creamy skin, deep, cherry lips, perfectly rounded breasts and the wink of a navel that made him want to wrap his arms around her waist, drag her forward and press wet kisses against her stomach until she moaned in surrender.
    A sudden rap on the door jolted him back to reality.
    It couldn’t be Royce. He was still at the hospital. And Jared was in Chicago.
    Stephanie hesitated but then turned from Alec andmoved into the alcove off the living room to open the front door.
    “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Wesley’s eager voice carried clearly across the room.
    Of course.
    The soon-to-be boyfriend.
    Wasn’t that a nice dose of reality.

Three
    B rushing her teeth in the en suite bathroom, Stephanie couldn’t help but replay Alec’s rescue over and over in her mind.
    In the moments after the crash, she’d been preoccupied with Amber’s safety. And then the helicopter arrived, and the tow truck, and the staff were all anxious and needing to talk. And later she’d been preoccupied with Alec.
    But now she knew that Amber was safe. She was alone with her thoughts, and she found herself focusing on those seconds in Alec’s arms.
    He was surprisingly strong, amazingly fast and obviously agile. His strength had given her a sense of security. Then later, while