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her. She’s harmless.”
    Brian’s face was just inches from hers. “No one is harmless, Regan. Certainly not in a situation like this. Remember that.” He took a step back. “Does the garage have security cameras?”
    She nodded. “But only a couple of them. They think it’s safe because everything is locked and requires a coded card. Also, there’s a guard at the entrance.”
    “All right. Let’s go to the building security office and get them to replay the tapes for us. Tell your secretary you’re unavailable for the rest of the day.”
    “B-but I have ongoing cases. I can’t just—”
    “Get your files together. You can work from home today.”
    She shook her head. “I can’t. I have court appearances.” She bit her lip. “C-can you stay here with me?” If he was with her all the time, she wouldn’t feel so much like collapsing.
    This was a new and strange feeling for her, and she hated it. Hated being dependent on someone else. But with Brian, she could handle it.
    He blew out a breath. “All right. Let’s go look at the tapes. Then you can go over your schedule with me.”
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    Desiree Holt
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    On their way down to the security office, she listened to Brian on his cell with his office.
    “That’s right. Progress on the fingerprints from the note I left and on those four names on the list. And send someone to her office to pick up the latest one.”
    The tapes showed them nothing. Regan’s parking space was located out of sight of either camera, and nothing else they viewed looked suspicious. Brian thanked the security guard and hustled Regan back to her office. He was about to close the door when a deep male voice called to them.
    “Regan? Hey, wait a minute.”
    “Oh, hell,” she muttered.
    “Regan, what the hell is going on?”
    She sighed and turned to the man who’d hurried up beside them. Next to Brian, the ultimate alpha male, Greg Sampson looked a pale imitation. Where Brian was tall and lean, Greg was more tall and thin. The sun-streaked hair and angular face Regan had once thought so appealing, today, looked washed out beside Brian’s dark good looks.
    Okay, he’s not bad, but what the hell did I ever see in him?
    “Nothing’s going on, Greg. I got jammed up this morning and asked Lisa to cover some depositions for me. Why is everyone making such a big deal about it?”
    His hand closed over her shoulder, and she saw Brian’s eyes smoulder. “Honey, if you’ve got a problem, I wish you’d let me help you.”
    “I don’t have a problem. Thanks for asking, though. Now, if you’ll excuse us?”
    Instead, he let his eyes travel over Brian who had moved protectively close. He stuck out his hand. “Greg Sampson. Regan and I have a…special relationship. Who are you?”
    “Brian Spencer.”
    Regan noticed he offered no further explanation, except to casually drape his arm around her shoulder, effectively pushing Greg’s hand out of the way. Something close to anger flared in Greg’s eyes then he pasted on a smile.
    “Whatever. Regan, you know you can call me if you need anything.”
    “Thanks again,” she told him. “Now I really have to check on some things.”
    Brian closed and locked the door. His face was taut when he looked at her. “That’s the idiot you went out with?”
    She sighed. “We all have lapses. Meanwhile, someone’s still after me.”
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    Desiree Holt
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    “It’s got to be someone who works here,” he pointed out. “And I’m not ruling out Sampson, no matter what you say. We’re going to sit down and make another list before your first court appearance today.” He pulled her roughly against him. “But first I have to do this.”
    His kiss shot fire through her, silencing any protest she might make about where they were. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her bra and were pinching and rolling her nipples before her brain kicked in.
    “We can’t do this here,” she gasped, moisture dampening her