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private investigator. And when she’d found out about the money, she’d realized with horror that one of Jesse’s love/hate relationships had been dangerous enough to bring about his death.
    “Which one had him killed?” she whispered aloud.
    “Me—remember. ”
    Naturally, she screamed. Luckily, she was so stunned that the sound was nothing more than a pathetic squeal.
    Leif was in the salon and the draperies were drifting softly behind him.
    “How dare you?” she whispered, embarrassed that he had caught her so off guard, annoyed that all his emotions were neatly hidden behind the smoke-gray shield of his eyes.
    He shrugged, moving easily into the room, plopping down on the sofa as if he intended to stay. Relaxed, long, jeans-clad legs stretched out on the teak coffee table, fingers laced behind his dark head as he settled into the plush upholstery. He shouldn’t fit there, she thought; he was in worn Wranglers and a blue denim work shirt, and the room was far more conducive to a man in a tux.
    But Leif fit. Here, in a park, on a horse, in costume, out of costume, Leif simply fit. He could be comfortable in any surrounding, with any group. He liked to be comfortable; he liked casual clothing. He looked wonderful in three-piece suits and tuxes, too. He would be forty in May, she knew; he could have passed for thirty. He was lean and trim—and not a speck of gray yet to dust his dark hair. Only his eyes and his manner reflected his maturity. His smoke-and-steel gaze gave off a certain hard-edged confidence, a certain weariness; a look that somehow warned he was not a man with whom to trifle.
    “What are you doing here? Sneaking in through the balcony,” she muttered.
    “You just sneaked into my suite.”
    “My brother’s suite.”
    “It was reserved in my name, Miss— Just what name are you going by these days, Tracy? Your father told me you had it legally changed to Kuger—but you don’t use it, do you?”
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s none of your business. You didn’t answer my question; you were after me for coming in through the balcony—why didn’t you knock at the door?”
    “Would you have let me in?”
    “No.”
    “I rest my case.”
    “Good. Get out, then.”
    He didn’t move. She grew acutely uncomfortable as he studied her with blunt curiosity, his unfathomable gaze moving at a leisurely pace from her eyes to her toes. “You haven’t changed, Tracy.”
    “I most certainly have. Drastically.”
    “Well, you’ve got that same nasty streak. Once upon a time you used me to get to your father. Are you using Jamie now to get to me?”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. I never expected to see you again. I had no idea you were with Jamie.”
    “But I’m at the top of your suspect list. How were you planning on proving that I was in on a conspiracy to commit murder without seeing me?”
    Tracy took a breath without answering him. She didn’t know how she was going to prove anything—she only knew that she had to get to the truth.
    He waited for several seconds, watching her. She wished that she could run into her bedroom and wrap herself in an all-encompassing blanket to ward off that scrutiny, but she didn’t move. She didn’t intend to show a single sign of weakness in front of him—ever. Not after the way that they had last parted—he furious, she screaming and in tears.
    He took his feet off the coffee table, folded his hands before him, and sighed softly as he stared down at them.
    “Tracy, you’re being a fool when it’s a dangerous time to be one.”
    “What are you talking about?” she demanded.
    He hesitated a moment, then stood, coming toward her. Instinctively, she backed away, but he didn’t appear to notice. His hands fell upon her shoulders. His hands! Seven years, and she remembered them so well! Oh, feeling them again … Fingers long and tapering, magic upon a keyboard or a gui tar, magic upon bare flesh…
    She almost screamed with the crippling memory of it. She