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and dropped into it. “The description of you was less than flattering and didn’t mention the scars. Carpio didn’t mention the scars either.”
    “He hasn’t seen me in a few years. What description?” A faint grin tugged at Conner’s mouth but didn’t quite make it. “I thought I was considered a handsome sort.”
    Rio snorted. “Despicable was a word used. I kid you not. A ruthless bastard who can get the job done. The sketch of your face bothered me. It was good enough, apparently, that Carpio recognized you, so whoever our client is, they’ve seen you and can identify you.”
    “At least they know I’m a ruthless bastard and one wrong move is going to get them killed,” Conner said, standing still at the open window, staring out with more than a little longing.
    The wind shifted slightly, barely able to penetrate the stillness of the forest floor. A few leaves fluttered gently. Somewhere birds called. Monkeys shrieked. They weren’t alone in their part of the forest. A faint rumbling started in his throat and he picked up his coffee cup with one hand, taking a small swallow. The coffee was hot and gave him a much-needed jolt. His leopard was roaring again, moody and edgy without his mate, and returning to the wild haven only added to his primitive feelings of need. He wanted rough. Hard. Deep. He wanted claws raking him, branding him. He rubbed a hand over his face, wiping off the sweat.
    “You all right?”
    What the hell did one answer to that? His leopard was clawing deep, raging for release when he needed to be at the top of his game. “I’m all right enough to back your play, Rio.”
    He kept his eyes on the forest, staring out the window. He heard the low chuff of a leopard. Another answered. Felipe and Leonardo warning them they had two guests. Rio moved into place to one side of the door. Conner stayed where he was, his back to the door, depending on Rio while he quartered the area surrounding the house, looking for possible ghosts—men sliding in under cover while the front person distracted them.
    The door opened behind him. He knew from the sudden draft. A scent filled his lungs. Rich. Potent. Wild. Her. He inhaled instinctively. His leopard leapt and raked. His mate. His woman. He would know that scent anywhere. His body reacted instantly, flooding his veins in a rush of heat, engorging his cock, sending his pulse rocketing so that it thundered in his ears.
    Rio kicked the door closed with the toe of his boot, and jammed the barrel of his gun against Adan Carpio’s temple. He knew better than to threaten the life of a leopard’s mate. “If she moves, you die.”
    Conner half turned. He could barely move, his body trembling, the shock registering along with her absolute loathing.
    Liar. The word lived and breathed between them.
    Conner inhaled and took her loathing into his lungs. Her eyes never left his face. Burned over him, over the four scars there, branding him all over again.
    Betrayer.
    Time slowed down. Tunneled. He was aware of every detail of her. Her face. That beautiful, oval face with nearly luminescent skin, so soft a man wanted to touch her the moment he saw her. Her large eyes. Golden sometimes. Amber really. Or green. Emerald. Depending on how close her cat was to the surface. Her lashes, so long and curly, a sweep of fringe that accented her catlike eyes.
    Isabeau Chandler.
    She’d haunted him on the nights he managed to get a few hours’ sleep. That long, sleek tawny hair, so thick. His fingers remembered tunneling through it. Her mouth, full lips, soft beyond anything he’d ever known. Talented. Inviting. A fantasy mouth. He could feel her lips on him, moving over his body, bringing him paradise. Completion. Peace. Her body. All feminine curves, every bit as alluring as her face. His.
    Damn her to hell. She belonged to him. Not to the son of a bitch standing beside her with his cocky arrogance. Her body was his, her smile, all of her, every damn inch belonged to him