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blow a lead was to let too many people in on it. It was the same idea here. No, she’d deal with this herself if Nick wouldn’t help her.
    Halfway down the open stretch of road, the engine began to sputter—of course the man would have a fuel cutoff anti-theft device installed.
    And of course he’d have installed it so it was hidden, or else she would’ve seen it during the wiring.
    She moved the car smoothly toward the side of the road, realized that she’d have no way to get herself home now, except walk.
    She’d covered at least twenty miles in the short time span, thanks to this beauty’s speed. And as she put her head back against the headrest, hands in his racing gloves and still on the wheel, the driver’s-side door opened swiftly.
    Nick was standing there, staring down at her, and no, that couldn’t be a good sign.
    She was so busted, but she’d learned that the best way to handle these situations was to remain calm.
    Obviously, Nick had learned that as well.
    “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he asked as he leaned one arm against the open door and held out the other to help her from the car.
    Her own car was parked behind the Porsche. Obviously, Nick believed in an eye for an eye.
    She attempted to slide by him and found herself pinned against the side of the car, Nick’s arms on either side of her effectively locking her in.
    She could still feel the heat, the vibration from the car’s rumble somewhere deep inside of her. She could feel the heat coming off Nick as well, a mix of anger and desire, and she jutted her chin up toward him, refusing to give in to either emotion. And failing.
    When he spoke, he leaned in close, nearly whispered in her ear, “First you try to blackmail me and then you steal my car.”
    She didn’t bother to deny the first accusation. “I borrowed your car. I was planning on returning it.”
    “How do I know that’s true?”
    “If I were going to steal it, I would’ve ripped out the wires under the wheel.”
    “You don’t know who you’re messing with, Kaylee.”
    “Then tell me.”
    He ran a thumb over her bottom lip before he spoke. She fought the urge to do the same to him. “Aaron was AWOL—he was working in the jungles for the highest bidder. He was a mercenary. You’re never going to find the information you want. The Congo’s a dangerous place.”
    “And you’re just as dangerous, aren’t you?” she asked.
    “You’d better believe it.”
    “You don’t scare me,” she said.
    “That’s because I’m not trying to.”
    Still, her breath came fast, her belly tightened and her throat went dry. But that reaction wasn’t caused by fear. “I’m seeing someone,” she heard herself say, even as he moved in closer to her, his hand dropping down to the curve of her butt. “We’re almost engaged.”
    “Then what the hell are you doing here with me?” The low purring growl caught her between inhales, made her breath hitch audibly.
    “He doesn’t know anything about me.”
    “He doesn’t know you steal cars?”
    “He doesn’t even know how to make me come.”
    Nick’s mouth tugged at the corner, but he didn’t smile, not fully, even as his other arm wove its way around her waist to pull her closer to his body, and God, the heat raced through her like a fever she couldn’t control. “Does anyone know how to make you come?”
    “No,” she whispered.
    “Don’t be so sure of that,” he said gruffly, then released her. “Go home, Kaylee. Forget you ever met me.”
    Forget you ever met me .
    From the way her body had reacted to him, she knew that was never going to happen.
    Kaylee, why do you do this to yourself?” Carl Van Patterson, her boyfriend of nearly a year, stood in the doorway, watching her rifle through the box of Aaron’s personal effects a half an hour after she’d lost sight of Nick’s car on the highway.
    “Sorry. I know it bothers you.” She shoved the top onto the lockbox quickly, but not before putting