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didn’t want to think about how her mouth felt under his. How sweet and soft her lips were against his.
Lying lips
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    His anger abated as quickly as it came. His investigation into her past had revealed that she had turned her hand to everything from stunt double to circus act. She never put down roots, never got involved and he was no nearer finding the real Roz than he had been more than a year before.
    Sitting down heavily on the rumpled bed, Andy picked up the remote and flicked around the TV channels. Almost all the channels were running coverage of the botched robbery at the shopping centre and the hospitalization of the thieves.
    An interview with a tearful mother described how theunknown hero had led a party of schoolchildren to safety. Breaking news revealed that a teenager had managed to shoot some mobile phone footage of him carrying Roz across the street.
    On the next channel, a pompous security adviser confirmed that the mystery man was ‘definitely military’ and that they were making appropriate enquiries. There was no doubt about it – he was up to his oxters in trouble.
    Time to face the music. He reached into his pocket for his phone. Empty. His phone was gone and so was his wallet.
    A sinking feeling hit the pit of his stomach. She couldn’t have. Roz wouldn’t dare steal from him. He riffled through his pockets again and even took a peek under the bed, but they were gone. That kiss had been an act, and he had fallen for it.
    Andy picked up the hotel phone again and punched in the number of the last man in the world he wanted to talk to.
    ‘Moore,’ a clipped voice answered. Niall obviously hadn’t looked at the caller display, but less than half a dozen people in the world had the private number for the CEO of Moore Enterprises.
    ‘Turn on the TV,’ Andy said without preamble. It was better to let him know the worst immediately.
    ‘Any particular station?’ The question was innocent enough, but the silky undertone held a touch of menace. His boss wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off. He’d watched grown men quake in their boots when they had to admit that they had messed up on a mission, and Andy had done a spectacular job today. He was supposed to beworking undercover, not getting his face plastered all over the TV.
    ‘Take your pick.’
    Andy heard a TV being switched on and Niall channel hopping his way through local and national stations.
    ‘Who is the woman?’
    Andy swallowed. ‘Your missing sister-in-law.’
    ‘You’ve brought her in? Sinead will be over the moon, she …’
    Andy let the rest of Niall’s words drift over him. How could he tell Sinead that he had found her missing sister, and let her get away again? The wounded look in her eyes would kill him. She brought out all his protective urges, making him want to slay dragons for her. And, of course, he couldn’t. That was Niall’s job.
    A vision of another redhead, one exactly like Sinead, popped into his head, and he snorted. Roz didn’t need anyone to protect her. It was the poor dragon who would need to be rescued. Let Roz near the beast and she’d end up selling him to a circus before he knew what hit him.
    They might be twins, but Roz and Sinead were nothing alike.
    Niall stopped talking when he realized he was getting no response. ‘You’ve lost her again, haven’t you?’
    Again? Now that was a tad unfair. He hadn’t expected to walk into a gun battle or Roz O’Sullivan. Come to think of it, he would have rather faced half a dozen armed tangos then go another round with the lying scheming little –
    ‘Andy.’ The sharp tone claimed his attention.
    ‘Sorry, boss. It’s been an epic bastard of a day.’
    Niall grunted in agreement. They had shared quite a few days like that in the field. ‘What happened?’
    Andy rattled through his report of his day, skimming lightly over his feelings of shock when he found Roz crouching behind the counter in the shop. Her face pale with fear, her eyes more blue than