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enter, but he shook his head and said, “After you.”
    Smart move, as she had some booby traps in place. She inched the door open and unhooked the string trigger before swinging the door wide open. She had no qualms about Jorge being here since she kept no personal information in her apartment, but she’d developed a slight sense of paranoia from her time tracking down a Feiru counterfeiter back in Brazil. These days, she always wanted to know if someone had entered her apartment in her absence.
    She flipped on the light and saw everything was untouched, so she walked inside and made a beeline for her laptop. Just as she’d expected, Jorge entered behind her and shut the door.
    She waved toward the kitchen. “Make yourself something to eat, if you like. This is going to take me about ten minutes.”
    Instead of going to the kitchen or even sitting down on the couch, he moved to stand behind her. “No, I think I’m going to stay here and watch over your shoulder.”
    She shrugged, wanting to show she wasn’t intimidated by his proximity. “Fine. The report I’m about to type isn’t anything you couldn’t find out yourself.”
    He remained silent, but he was standing close enough she could feel his heat behind her. Ignore it, Sabrina. She’d been around hot men before without drooling all over herself. She could certainly do it now, when both her career and a school of children were at stake.
    With the safety of the children in mind, she started typing her report.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Jorge read Sabrina’s email to Watkins as she typed. It was all about school dimensions, weak points, and when the cleaning staff arrived and left. She’d been right—all of this he could have found out with half a day’s stakeout.
    None of it was the key to taking down Watkins. Only the woman sitting in front of him could do that.
    As he waited for her to finish typing, his gaze settled on the skin of her neck. The last time he’d seen her, Sabrina’s hair had been a few inches past her shoulders. He wondered if the change of appearance was a sign of her about to switch identities again.
    He tried to use her lying to him to stoke his anger, but it wasn’t working as well as it had in the restaurant or back at the van.
    Taking her hand and holding it the whole way here had been a mistake. He’d done it to make sure she didn’t run away, but all it had succeeded in doing was reminding him how soft and delicate her hand felt in his.
    Of course, describing Sabrina whatever-her-name as delicate was ridiculous. The woman could run ten miles and still breathe easy; she was even stronger in the water. Not to mention she could take down men nearly twice her size with nothing but a few quick self-defense moves.
    Yet despite all of that, standing right behind her, her vanilla and womanly scent filled his nose and he couldn’t help but notice her as a woman. Memories of her vanilla scent had both tortured him over the last nine months as well as focused him. Being chained to a bed and pumped full of drugs to keep from shifting had become routine during his time with the Collector. Thinking of how to get back at Sabrina had kept him from going insane, or worse, turning into a sociopathic killer.
    Yet here she was, right in front of him, and revenge was the furthest thing from his mind. His semi-hard cock was proof that while his head understood what Sabrina had done, his dick did not.
    Luckily, Sabrina closed her laptop and turned around. Good. He could finally get down to business. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he could leave this woman and never have to see her again.
    Sabrina stood up. “I’m done. I should receive a follow-up email in the next half-hour, so start talking because I’m kicking you out as soon as I hear the little buzzing on my phone that signals Watkins’s response.”
    To put distance between them, he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “As much as I’m glad you’re submitting