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sense. Reverse psychology. Alicia laughed softly, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder and swallowing hard when his hand tightened on her hair. “Shakespeare. I can’t believe I let a Colorado cowboy win an argument with a sneaky massage and Shakespeare. I don’t even like Romeo and Juliet. I’m a Puck fan.”
    “Did I win the argument?” His smile was a study in sensuality. “I hadn’t noticed. And it’s not my favorite either.”
    “No?” It was getting hard to focus on the words when all her attention was centered on that strong grip. Wondering what he would do next. “I bet I can guess which one is.”
    His gaze was fixed firmly on her lips. “Please do.”
    Her chuckle was breathless. “You’re a guy. If it’s not Julius Caesar it has to be Taming of the Shrew. What’s not to like about a man driving a woman so insane she’s willing to kneel at his feet?”
    He tugged on her braid, making her gasp before letting it go. “You read my mind.”
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    Alicia Antonia Bell. Teacher at an underfunded and overpopulated middle school in New York City. No parents. One sibling. No priors. Single.
    Tracy leaned back in his desk chair and studied the report his efficient relative had sent him an hour after he’d put in the request. It included a copy of Miguel and Jinny’s marriage certificate, and the obituary of Mr. and Mrs. Bell dated nearly ten years before.
    But it was Alicia’s name he kept returning to.
    She was the kind of woman who wouldn’t appreciate his prying, but he made no apologies for being thorough. Every woman and business associate in his life was given the same treatment to protect his family from the grifters of the world. The ones he knew from experience were out there. The Teflon Cowboy moniker had been earned by having the sense to look before he leaped. A lesson he’d had to learn at great cost to his pride and his family’s fortune. A lesson the brilliant Peter Faraday could learn if he cared to.
    Two beautiful blondes in distress showing up in his house with a sad tale and an unborn Reyes was suspicious. He’d be an idiot if he hadn’t looked into it.
    On the other hand, he’d be an ass if he requested more information on her now that he’d verified her story. He would rather take the direct approach and discover all her secrets on his own.
    Slow down.
    He was trying. But he’d be damned if he could recall the last time he’d had to try this hard. It was why he’d said goodnight more firmly than he’d intended a few hours ago. He knew it had seemed abrupt to her but he had to put on the brakes before he scared her. And he could have scared her. He hadn’t wanted to stop touching her, hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her wrapped in nothing but a towel. About seeing her wrapped in rope or, better yet, nothing at all.
    He’d taken one look at her big, deep-set blue-gray eyes, the freckles scattered across her cheeks and her lush pink lips and felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. The attraction was instantaneous. When her long hair—so pale it was more the color of moonlight than the sun—had spilled out of the towel and touched the floor? He’d wanted to tie her up with it and fuck her, right there in the living room.
    It was a stronger reaction than any he could have prepared for, but he’d managed to keep his distance. Until Alicia had come down with her delicate skin all covered up and her pale hair braided in a winding rope down her back.
    It wasn’t an exaggeration to say she reminded him of an angel. A good girl that might be shocked if she knew what he wanted to do to her. The kind of woman he usually resisted. The kind he avoided. But resistance had been impossible from the moment he’d walked in the door. He would have to make an exception.
    Would she really be shocked by his desires? Surprised, maybe, but shocked? He tried to read her, but about this, he wasn’t sure. All kinds of people enjoyed all kinds of