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What kind of outfit are you trying to make her wear?”
    He knew brother and sister had more than a little rivalry going on between them. When it came to sibling harassment, they were practically twins in their abilities to verbally craft the most scathing insults.
    But when he turned back to the door to ask Megan more questions, she had already disappeared. Nicolas swore using a word he almost never used, while David shook with laughter behind him.

Chapter 3
    Two days later, Nicolas studied Megan from the confines of the bulletproof car David had arranged to move him securely from place to place. He had to adjust his suddenly too tight tie as he watched her walk down the sidewalk. While he had known not to expect her to wear a dress, his prior knowledge of the girl-woman headed his way hadn’t prepared him for the impact of a black tuxedo-styled suit cut to favor every curve. The close fitting outfit was as sexy on Megan as a miniskirt might have been on another woman.
    She exuded so much damn self-confidence that sexy was an organic byproduct. Years apart had not changed one ounce of how much he was attracted to her. Their meeting in his office had proven his physical control around Megan was nearly non-existent, compared to his rigid control at twenty. He’d scared her by fiercely hugging her, but getting his hands on her had been mandatory. She’d left without even saying good-bye and the rejection had stung.
    The breasts he had felt under her clothes during their hug—the ones her black silk lapels barely concealed tonight—definitely needed to stay conservatively hidden until he’d had time to get to know her again. His urge to pounce and rip open her shirt to get to them had no foundation for expression between them yet. He already knew the woman was a trained soldier who could kill him. He also believed she would make him suffer if he ever screwed up and provided the right motivation. But when it came to touching her, he was nearly ready to assume any risk.
    The man springing out of the driver’s seat pulled his thoughts away from Megan’s body and back to full awareness. They went right back to her body when the guy whistled sexily as he waited to open the front passenger door for her. Nicolas silently glared at the man for offering, but ended up laughing two seconds later when Megan lifted her middle finger. She shoved it under the whistler’s nose and laughed just before she opened the back passenger door herself and climbed into the backseat with. . .thank God. . .him. He scrubbed a hand over his mouth to remove his satisfied smile and to hide his relief.
    “Good evening, Dr. North. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
    Megan’s formal greeting made him laugh, mostly because she sounded so much like her snarky brother. It just wasn’t fair. The woman was funny, looked fantastic, and smelled even better than she looked. Her scent was clean and not reeking of expensive perfume like most of the women he’d tried to date over the years. His urge to drag her into his lap for a better sniff was strong, but obviously had to be ignored. The car lurched forward, driven now by a no-doubt pissed driver, and jostled Megan against him as she settled in the comfortable leather seat.
    To keep his gaze off her cleavage, Nicolas made himself focus on her richly painted red mouth. When ridding her of her lipstick grew into an almost too-tempting fantasy to resist, he looked higher, focusing on the black dramatic lines drawn to highlight large brown eyes that widened in surprise at his fixed stared. Remnants of the brazen, yet innocent sixteen year old he had dreamed about for years was still in her gaze. In every other way though, the woman had morphed into an exotic creature who quite literally mesmerized him. Her shoulder length hair was sleek and fell behind her back. He thought the simplicity of the style suited her nature perfectly. Everything about the mature Megan appealed to him—just as much as the