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ridiculous, Kane obsessed as he texted Reed and told the man to stall or find a way to convince the woman that she needed to remain under the company’s protection. When he was finished with the text, he cleaned up the kitchen then went to his office, closed the door and called Lindsey at home to make sure she was working on an acceptable safe house.
    Yes, of course, no worries, just rounding up the leasing agents who actually get weekends off, any minute now…
    Certain he heard a smirk in Lindsey’s voice as she offered him any number of assurances, Kane hung up and opened the office door. He tried working at his desk but his attention strained for any sound of movement down the hall. He didn’t think she had started packing yet. Not that she had a lot to pack based on his understanding.
    She had left work Thursday with no overnight bag, just some dry cleaning she had picked up that morning. For the night at the hotel and the afternoon at the sitter’s, she had purchased essentials for the baby. Reed had seen to securing some additional items, but it didn’t amount to much more than a single suitcase and the diaper bag.
    Given the look on her face when she had marched stiffly away from the kitchen island, she would probably insist on leaving behind anything she hadn’t purchased with her own money.
    Sighing, he opened up the folder on Frank and Emily Marquardt, Daniella’s adoptive parents. The birth certificate was not a forgery, but a fraud by any definition. With the birth listed as a home delivery, the Marquardts must have gotten some local doctor to agree that it was in Daniella’s best interest not to know who her birth mother was or that she had been adopted.
    Thinking back on what Daniella had said in the kitchen, Kane felt his balls draw tight.
    …a house where I wasn’t wanted. I know the signs…
    She was reading him wrong, but he couldn’t tell her that. He wanted her safe and would continue to personally oversee all operations to ensure her protection and that of the baby. He just didn’t want to be in the same building with her, not when he couldn’t figure out why being around her threw his brain and body into such a turmoil he had to shut down.
    Hell, she wasn’t his type, not really. He paid for slimmer women. Bendy women he could mold into whatever position he wanted. If the response to Daniella were purely physical, he could put in a special request, get an agent to line up a curvier female. He could lock the office door and open up any number of websites that would show him pictures of women shaped like her, their pussies splayed open, fucking themselves or letting someone else fuck them. He could watch two Daniella-clones teasing one another, their plus-size bodies scissoring and sliding, skin shiny with sweat as they moaned their way toward climax.
    But none of that was going to get the real Daniella out of his head, especially if she was still in his home.
    Looking at the time on his laptop, he cursed softly. It was a little past two and Daniella hadn’t come out of the guest room since their failed breakfast together. She had formula in her bag for the baby and clean tap water from the bathroom, but she had to be ravenous.
    Closing the folder on the Marquardts, he left the office and headed for the kitchen, where he made another attempt at feeding Daniella, stacking two tall sandwiches and cutting up some fresh fruit. Giving her no option of retreating, he loaded everything onto a rolling cart and knocked on the door of the guest room.
    “Lunch,” he announced when she cracked the door open an inch.
    She frowned at him, the expression tickling the back of his skull. He knew what he’d do to a sub in a playroom who looked at him like that. The lesson would slowly unfold. After the first hour of hovering on the precipice of a climax, Daniella would finally realize she was being disciplined.
    The sub would realize, he mentally corrected. Not Daniella. He only worked with professionals