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fiery highlights in her golden hair.
    Rage, however, was painfully conscious of her exquisite temptation.
    Something that should have bothered him, not filled him with a joyous sense of anticipation.
    Of course, now that Lucie had agreed to assist Xavier, his duty was more or less complete. Why shouldn’t he savor the attraction that sizzled between them? His cat had already decided she was going to be his lover. Maybe even more.
    He might as well enjoy the ride.
    Right?
    Accepting his fate, Rage made another circle of the room, only halting when Lucie at last rose to her feet and lifted her arms over her head to stretch out her tight muscles.
    Rage’s cat purred, wanting to lick the pale strip of belly revealed as her tee rode up.
    “Whoever set this up was clever,” she said.
    Rage reluctantly leashed his animal. Later he could lick. And taste. And maybe bite.
    “Can you trace them?” he asked.
    “Yes. The auction is set up through a remote computer.” She lowered her arms and leaned against the edge of the desk. “The program is designed to pick the highest bidder, and once the money is transferred to an overseas account, the payload is released.”
    Rage frowned. He was a Hunter, not a Geek.
    “Payload?”
    “The computer files he claims to have taken before the lab was destroyed.”
    “Ah.”
    “We need to go to my place.”
    He studied her in surprise. The last thing he expected was an invitation to her private lair.
    “Why?”
    She nodded toward the computer on the desk. “Right now I’m being blocked. I can access the auction, but I can’t break through the firewall to get a lock on who is responsible. I need to run a trace.”
    “And you have the equipment to do that?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I have the equipment.”
    Okay, it was a stupid question.
    “Do you want to take a vehicle?”
    “No.” She gave a decisive shake of her head. “It’s not far from here. I’ll call you when I’ve found something.”
    “No.”
    She frowned. “No?”
    He moved to stand directly in front of her. “I’m going with you.”
    “Why?” She squared her shoulders, instantly defensive. “Do you think I’m going to try and escape?”
    Rage muttered a curse, reaching out to grasp her shoulders as he glared down at her wary expression.
    “I told you that you’re free to go wherever you want,” he snapped. Christ. He was tired of being treated as if he was a monster. “I’m asking for your help, not holding you captive.”
    She scowled, refusing to apologize. “Then why do you want to go with me?”
    “Because I’m curious,” he said. “I want to see where you live.”
    “And?” she prompted, easily sensing he wasn’t giving her the whole truth.
    He reached out to cup her cheek in his palm, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “And my cat wants to be near you.”
    She trembled, her eyes darkening with excitement as her own cat responded to his touch.
    “Rage,” she choked out, shocked by his blunt honesty.
    His lips twisted. She wasn’t any more shocked than he was.
    “You asked,” he said.
    With a sharp motion, she was jerking away from his hand, her arms folding over her waist.
    “Do you have to flirt with every female?”
    “I would usually say yes, but this isn’t flirting.”
    Her scowl deepened. “Then what is it?”
    Hmm. Now that was the question, wasn’t it?
    “Hell if I know,” he growled, his animal restlessly prowling beneath the surface. The beast was growing agitated by the space Lucie insisted on putting between them. “I’m hoping you can figure it out.”
    She sucked in a deep breath, the musky scent that filled the air revealing she was as eager as he was to get up close and personal.
    Unlike him, however, she wasn’t about to give in to temptation.
    At least not yet.
    “Let’s go,” she grumbled, pausing long enough to shut down the computer before she was leaving the library and heading out of the house.
    Rage was swiftly at her side, his gaze scanning