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right. Jonas wanted her…right here, right now, in this elevator.
    He was in big trouble.
    The doors swished opened, and still Jonas didn’t move or speak. She watched him with a perplexed expression, probably wondering what was wrong with him.
    Jonas reached out to catch the doors as they started to close. The action brought him to his senses. He was acting like a schoolboy, and he was anything but that. He’d had his share of women. He accepted them as they came into his life, enjoying the time he spent with them and then moving on to someone else. From the start of every relationship, he made it clear that there was no future with him. He had screwed up his life when he was fifteen years old, and he wouldn’t destroy anyone else’s.
    He sensed in his gut that Abigail Duncan wasn’t a one-night stand or a casual affair. He avoided women like her—women who wanted commitment, family and babies. He had to admit he was attracted to her, but he could handle that without—
    He suddenly realized she was waiting for an answer. Clearing his throat, he said, “We won’t be acquainted long enough for me to call you by your given name.”
    Her eyes narrowed to green slits. “I don’t care. You’re not calling me Ms. Duncan in that tone of voice. You make it sound like I’m old enough to be your grandmother.”
    Jonas walked out of the elevator, and Abby followed him. God, she was relentless. She was a woman who never gave up or gave in. He was beginning to see that.
    As they walked out into the coolness of the September night, he turned swiftly—and she almost collided with him.
    “All right, Abby, ” he said harshly. “Are you satisfied?”
    No, not quite, Abby thought. “Ms. Duncan” was better than that angry tone. What was wrong with her? Why should she care what he called her? She had more important things to worry about.
    As if reading her mind, he added, “You’d better concentrate on Brewster, instead of worrying about what I call you.”
    She tucked hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I think I’m getting a little crazy.”
    “I’ll second that,” he quipped.
    “Do you always have to be so insulting,” she snapped, tired of his rude remarks and insinuations.
    There was a pause. Then he said, “Listen, Abby…”
    Oh God, her name sounded just the way she had known it would—low, sensual and spine-tingling good. All she wanted to do was taste that sound on his lips. She pulled herself together, trying desperately to steady her roller-coaster emotions. One minute she was low and the next high. What was happening to her? Why did Jonas Parker have this effect on her? She shook the question away.
    “I’ve worked for Brewster for twenty years, and this is the first I’ve heard of a daughter. My guess is, there isn’t one.”
    “Why would he lie? Why would he concoct this elaborate hoax?”
    “Like I tried to tell you earlier, Brewster does things for his own weird reasons, and nine times out of ten someone gets hurt. Go back to Dallas, make up with your husband and forget Brewster’s deal.”
    “Stop saying that,” she said heatedly. “I’m not going back to Dallas, and I’m certainly not going back to my ex-husband.”
    Jonas took a long, patient breath.
    “I have to find out the truth,” she added more calmly. “Can’t you understand that?”
    “What if you find out that your father did embezzle money from Brewster?”
    “What!” she cried, feeling as if he’d slapped her.
    “You heard me.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “You knew my father. He wouldn’t do that. How can you even say it?”
    He took a step closer. “Because when you start digging into the past, you’d better be able to handle the consequences.”
    She frowned, hearing a hint of a warning in his voice. A warning that indicated he might know more than he was saying. “If you know something, tell me.”
    “I don’t.” He sighed. “Brewster didn’t like your father, and your father wasn’t all that