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meeting.
    Strange that all the while he’d been feeding her daydreams, she might have been playing a role in his, too. The thought stirred desire so palpable it made her breath catch.
    â€œYes?” He’d been waiting. Watching.
    Still not moving.
    â€œWho else has seen those surveillance tapes?” She had to know. Because while she might be able to write off Jake’s eyes following her in her most private moments, she didn’t think she could handle knowing her former employer had been reviewing the footage.
    â€œNo one but me has seen the actual footage. I just pulled off a few stills to show some of your transactions in progress. I would never compromise your privacy any more than absolutely necessary.”
    She nodded, believing him.
    â€œThank you for that, at least.” Warmth swirled through her, although why she should feel so comforted that he would keep her amateur stripteases to himself, she wasn’t quite sure. “Do you need any tools to remove the camera? I have a screwdriver somewhere.”
    Turning, she moved to retrieve it.
    â€œMarnie, wait.” His hand clamped lightly around her shoulder and she froze. Not that he was holding her in place. Far from it. She could have easily kept on walking.
    But it was the first time that he’d touched her for real and not just in passing—or in fantasies. The contact made her mouth turn dry and her legs felt a little shaky.
    â€œWhat is it?” Her words were breathless.
    She hoped he would interpret that as nervousness from finding out she’d been suspected of a major felony and under surveillance all in one evening. And honestly, that was part of it.
    His hand slid away now that he had her attention, but the memory of it continued to warm her shoulder like a phantom touch.
    â€œWould you consider answering a few questions about your work with Premiere Properties?”
    â€œOf course.” She resisted the urge to fan herself. Obviously, if she was so desperate for male companionship that she would continue to think about someone who had spied on her in an, er, romantic way, she needed to get out more often.
    â€œI’ve eliminated a lot of people.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and emerged with a paper. “My focus has narrowed to people involved with this place.”
    He handed her the folded sticky note with a half-dozen luxury resorts listed, along with highly placed individuals within those properties. Although a handful of names were still legible, only one resort wasn’t crossed out.
    â€œThe Marquis.” She knew the property well. “You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
    Returning the paper to him, she took a step back inevery way possible. He might as well have indicated a nest of rattlesnakes.
    â€œWhy do you say that?” He frowned, looking at the paper again.
    â€œYou haven’t done much homework for a guy who’s been on the case for two months, have you?” She thought about pouring herself another sip or two of champagne, then figured she’d be better off just finding the damn screwdriver so he could take his camera and go.
    She slid out from behind the coffee table to hunt through her desk.
    â€œOn the contrary, I’ve worked my ass off. White-collar crimes like this can be filtered through so many different accounts electronically that it makes it damn difficult to trace.” He followed her to the desk, sidestepping a few items on the floor from when she’d cleared the shelves in a frightened fury. “After hiring a forensic accountant, I spent most of my time investigating you since, on first look, the money appeared to have been leaking wherever you traveled last year.”
    Her frantic culling through pens and paperclips paused.
    â€œYou think someone wanted it to look like I was responsible?” A new fear gripped her, superceding her outrage at being secretly videotaped.
    â€œYes. And when you