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contrary, his persona immediately ensnared, jolting emotions, tangling thoughts, luring the unwary to further investigate his seeming quintessence.
    After four days of grappling with the fact of his apparent disdain, Jo was nothing if not wary. Lashes lowered over hazel eyes too bright with feminine interest, she viewed the splendor of his male form.
    He stood so very straight, his bearing almost military, and so very tall, taller even than Wolf’s own over six feet. His thick, silky-looking, fair hair was cut short at the sides and back. The hint of a wave in the sweep in front was an invitation to eager, feminine fingers. The shortness of his hair revealed the perfect sculpting of his head, his wide brow, straight nose, high cheekbones, and firm jawline lending an overall effect of a master sculptor’s finest work of art. The very spare but sinewy flesh that covered his long frame enhanced the illusion of an elite warrior of a bygone era.
    That magnificent human form should never be adorned in anything more than the merest wisp of draping over the hips.
    The thought conjured the image. Her composure threatened by her own reflective imaginings, Jo had blurted the first unrelated subject her scrambled mind was successful in latching onto.
    “Wolf?”
    Jo was much too busy being amazed at the picture of aloof composure her cool tone had drawn from him to notice the glittery sheen that came into his eyes.
    “He’ll live.”
    Her amazement did not extend to missing the frost that rimmed his voice, but she ignored it in the relief that swept through her entire being; not until that moment had she allowed herself to face the very real possibility that Wolf might actually die. Her sigh was more eloquent of her feelings than any amount of words could have been.
    The glitter in the gray eyes intensified, embuing a molten steel quality. If his expression of cold hauteur was assumed to intimidate, it worked admirably.
    “But,” he finally continued with icy deliberation, “if you are eagerly looking forward to seeing me dispatched back to Atlanta before long, forget it. Wolf will be a long time in mending.”
    “His injuries were extensive?” With an unconsciously beguiling sweep of her incredibly thick long lashes, Jo forced herself to meet his direct stare, praying he could not hear the ba-bump kick her heart telegraphed.
    “Yes.” Brett’s clipped reply indicated he would not elaborate, thus it surprised Jo when he did. “The point of impact was at the door on the left” At Jo’s horror widened eyes, he nodded once, sharply. “Quite.” His lips twisted briefly, as if in memory of a painful sight “There is hardly an inch on Wolf’s left side that is not contused, lacerated, or fractured; not to mention concussed. When I left him this morning he resembled a mummy more than a man.” The cloudy haze that had momentarily dulled his eyes dissipated. Once again he staked her with that glittering stare. “As stated, the mending will take a long time.” His lids narrowed menacingly, causing a twist of alarm in Jo’s midsection. “Had that drunken bastard who ran into Wolf’s car not have died in his self-created hell, I’d have sent him there with my own hands.”
    Jo did not doubt his word for a second. In that instant, Brett looked frighteningly capable of perpetrating a man’s demise without weaponry. Appalled by the quiet fierceness of him, feeling herself pale under the steely rapier points flashing from his eyes, Jo slowly collapsed onto the chair to the side of his desk.
    Pray God I never incite this man’s wrath! Holding her breath, fighting to control the series of shudders quaking through her, Jo gripped the slender arms of the chair, unmindful of her whitening knuckles.
    “Okay. Business as usual.”
    Smothering a gasp, Jo started at his abrupt change in tone and facial expression. Oh, he still looked haughty, but the mien of murderous intent had vanished. Taking command of Wolf’s high-backed chair,