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phone out of her back pocket and put it on the counter.
    Michelle began scrolling through Morgan’s contacts then stopped in her tracks. What was she doing? Was she actually conspiring to kidnap a grown man so she could coerce him into admitting his feelings—or lack thereof? This sounded very much like a creepy movie of the week. Was she that woman?
    “What about your promise to Seth not to meddle?”
    “We all know I was doomed to break that promise.” Morgan chuckled.
    “Doesn’t this all sound a bit desperate?” Michelle bit her lip.
    Morgan folded her arms across her chest. “The only thing desperate about this is going to be Tyler Blake as he figures out a way to save his skin.”
     
    * * *
     
     
    Tyler was delighted that Sam was going to accompany him to New York for his first big interview in Sports Now magazine. As head of Regency Private Security Group, who provided security for Black Enterprises, she had spent years bailing him out of one crazy predicament after another, always followed by the lecture of a lifetime about his wild lifestyle. That all seemed like a thousand years ago. These days she spent most of her time at Blake Enterprises, overseeing a huge overhaul of their cyber division and hadn’t been out on an active detail in a while. Tyler knew that had to be J.J.’s doing, trying to keep her safe.
    Tyler cleared his throat. J.J. and Sam were no closer to ending their passionate embrace than they were twenty minutes ago. J.J. proposed last night, breaking their agreement to living together for six months before marriage but Sam had happily accepted.
    “You’re kissing the woman like she’s going off to war,” he finally said.
    “Shut up, Tyler,” J.J. replied. “She’s traveling with you. Anything is possible.”
    “You know, you’re not the first Blake to propose to Sam.” Tyler raised an eyebrow.
    J.J. glared at him. “What?”
    “I proposed to Sam in Fiji and she turned me down.”
    Sam grinned and gave J.J. one last kiss on the cheek. “Actually, Tyler, you were pretty trashed that night and proposed to my partner Kendrick, not me. He was pretty conflicted for a few weeks. He’d never had a handsome rich man ask him to marry him before.”
    J.J. erupted in laughter. “Tyler, if my fiancée has so much as a toothache when she gets back, I’m going to wring your neck.”
    “I’ll be back before you know it.” Sam gave J.J. a tight squeeze.
    Tyler bid his brother goodbye and ascended the steps of the plane. Sam came in a few minutes later and talked briefly with the flight crew. He checked his cell phone one more time to see if Michelle had called or sent a text, but no luck. He put the phone in airplane mode and slipped it back in his pocket. Once everyone was seat belted in, the plane took off smoothly.
    He was excited about the interview, his first feature in a major magazine. Learning the ins and outs of the racing circuit from Scott Norwood was easy—it was deciding what direction he wanted to take his career in that was the most taxing. He enjoyed driving fast and perfecting his craft, but the legacy of his family name was always the topic in interviews. When people found out who his brothers were, they suddenly wanted to know his intentions. There were times when being a Blake seemed like a burden to him, the only one of them who didn’t have superior athleticism, musical talent or academic smarts. He was just Tyler, and his Momma told him all the time that being him was all she wanted. Still, when all your brothers were celebrities, there was an underlying pressure to achieve.
    Once she finished chatting with her partner Kendrick, Sam gave him a cranberry juice and poured herself ginger ale, then took a seat across from him.
    “Thanks, Sam.” Tyler smiled.
    “You’re welcome.” She undid the button of her suit jacket and smiled back.
    “So you and J.J. are tying the knot ahead of schedule. Doesn’t that put a wrinkle in your agreement?”
    “We revised