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right?"
    He shot her a short glance. "There were rumors of an affair with the congressman, as well," he stated.
    Oh yeah, she hadn't forgotten about that one.
    Jaci propped her elbow on the door ledge, pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose and breathed in deeply. For five years she had been dealing with this.
    It had taken her years to save up the money to finance her dream of settling in one city and opening her own design shop, all because of one malicious, corrupt couple that didn't know how to keep their dirty laundry hidden.
    "So, why did you vouch for me? So you could interrogate me?" She turned to him with a glare.
    "You're no thief."
    "But I could very well be a home-wrecking little tramp out to snag a congressman?" she sneered.
    "Or Annalee Roberts could be staying true to form, and attempting to destroy someone who has managed to get in her way, or who knows something she's terrified of others knowing," he suggested. "What happened, Jaci?"
    "I breathed," she gritted out as he pulled beneath the entrance to the hotel Ian Sinclair had placed her in. "And now I'm going to my room, alone. Thank you for the ride."
    The door opened smoothly, the doorman extending his hand to her as she stepped from the vehicle and headed for the entrance.
    She was furious and she knew she had no right to be. She had known in coming here that this would come up, that there was no escaping the past, once she stepped into the Robertses' territory.
    Congressman Roberts was rumored to be making a bid to replace his father-in-law in the Senate. He had a lot to lose, and as far as she knew, only one person knew their dirty little secrets. Secrets she wished she didn't know.
    "Dammit, Jaci. Hold up." Chase caught up with her in the lobby, his fingers wrapping around her arm, pulling her to a stop as she headed for the elevators. "Talk to me."
    "I'm done talking to you," she bit out. "You're as overbearing as Cam ever was, and I'm not in the mood to deal with it. Go back home, Chase. Find a nice little woman who can put up with you and your brother, and leave me the hell alone."
    "Dammit, you don't want Cam asking these questions," he warned her, his voice dark. "And he will ask them, Jaci. He's not the man you left behind in Oklahoma. And trust me, he hasn't forgotten that promise he made to you the night he took you home. Do you remember it?"
    His voice roughened, as Jaci became aware of the odd looks they were getting from the hotel staff and the guests that loitered in the lobby.
    "I don't know . . ."
    "He said he would kill any man who dared to hurt you." His voice was soft, warning. "Did you think he was joking? Do you think for a moment he forgot that promise? Tell me, Jaci, do you want to be the cause of Congressman Roberts's death?"
     

 

     
     

Chapter 2
     

 

     
     

     
    Cameron Falladay stood on the stone patio outside the ballroom, his body braced against the brick wall, a drink in hand, head lowered. His head filled with a woman's face and the memory of a kiss that had burned through his soul.
    Her. Jaci.
    He ground his teeth together and fought against the need to leave the party, to race to her hotel room before Chase could touch her, before his brother could take the woman who had tormented Cam for so long.
    He wanted to sink inside her with a hunger that had tightened his muscles to the point that they ached. His cock was iron hard, throbbing brutally with that need.
    What had possessed him to refuse to go to her? He had known if he didn't, Chase would, and at that time, that seemed the better solution. It had been seven long years since he had touched the woman that tormented damned near every dream he'd had since she left the small Oklahoma town they lived in.
    The first punch of clawing need that had struck him the second he'd seen her tonight had almost stolen his breath. He had stood there, staring at her, the way that dress draped down, baring her back, swishing sexily above her rounded ass.
    It was enough