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went.”
    He bent over and set the puppy on the floor with the bowl of food. Once the puppy stuck his face into the bowl and started chowing down, Wes stood up to his full height of at least six feet. He dropped his gaze over her, slow and measured, then said, “You look hot in my T-shirt.”
    To keep her mind off the heat in his green eyes, she glanced over her shoulder at the bookshelf behind her. “Uh, you really do like to read.”
    â€œEver since I can remember.” Wes walked into the room and went to the table to scoop up the baseball. He tossed it back and forth in his hands with a practiced ease, even while looking at her. “Do you like to read?”
    â€œI like movies better, but sure, I read.” It was mesmerizing to watch him toss the ball back and forth. “Play much?”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    She realized he wasn’t really aware of what he was doing with the ball. “Baseball,” she said dryly.
    He looked down at his hands, then tossed the ball into one of the chairs and walked toward her. “I played a bit when I was a kid.”
    Her mystery man was back, and standing too close, making her restless. Time to find out what she needed to know and leave. Holding her spine straight, she said, “You never answered me. Was that Cullen’s boat he and Tanya got on tonight?”
    His full mouth tilted in a sexy, rueful grin. “Real estate, huh?”
    â€œWhat?” She frowned and tried to follow him. After a second, she said, “Oh, my job? Yeah. Why?”
    He put one hand on the bookcase just over her head. “Because you’re after something, Hillbay.”
    The challenge crackled in the tiny space between them. She could not have looked away from him if the house were on fire. He returned her stare with a similar concentration. He couldn’t know she was a private investigator or he’d lord it over her. Press his advantage. So what was up? Did Wes Brockman have something to hide? She met his challenge with, “And you aren’t the average bookstore owner, Brockman.”
    His green eyes grew secretive and, yet, even sexier. “I love books. Look at my library.”
    She couldn’t look at his library because she was looking at him. “Nope. You only opened the bookstore three years ago. This has to be your second career. What was your first?” The one she guessed he’d made a lot of money at. He looked like money, and she didn’t need to be a real estate agent to know that this beach house wasn’t cheap.
    The silence stretched out. She could hear the puppy pushing the bowl on the wood floor as he ate. She could hear the waves from the ocean outside. She could hear the thump of her heart beating.
    Finally Wes said, “It’s Cullen’s boat.” Then he slid his hand down the side of the bookcase, over her shoulder, and wrapped it around the back of her neck. “Truce for tonight? No more questions?”
    He had the most incredible eyes. But she had work to do. “I need to go.”
    â€œStay.” It came out a rough whisper.
    His fingers on her neck were warm and solid. Needy little tremors started again deep in her belly. Beneath his shirt her nipples hardened. His mouth was two inches from hers. She could see the shadow on his jaw, knew if she rubbed her face against him, she’d feel the rough beginnings of a beard. What made her so powerfully attracted to him? She had never felt anything like it. Was it his secrets, or his sex appeal? “I need to—”
    He lowered his mouth another inch. His rubbed his hand over the bare skin just below her hairline on the back of her neck. “Tell me what you need, Holly.”
    Hot sex, now. Her heartbeat ramped up, pumping her blood into a painful throb. “You’re trying to seduce me.” Had it been that long since a man had seduced her? Yeah, it had.
    â€œTrying, my ass. I’m succeeding.”