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just muscle. Muscle draped in clean blue cotton. Blue like those eyes… She looked up, and he pinned her with his gaze. His smile was open, casual. But those eyes—there was a heat there, an urgency. He looked…hungry.
    Jinx twisted her fingers from his grasp, glanced down, and took a step back, hoping the heat in her cheeks wasn’t visible to anyone.
    Jesus, wtf was that? Really?
    Aiko was staring at her. Damn. Nothing gets by a sister. Twin sisters? Even worse.
    Aiko had seen her blush when she was patting Wyatt down and probably figured Jinx had the hots for him. That meant that in about one point two seconds Aiko was going to get positively impossible.
    “So Wyatt?” Aiko asked, throwing a mischievous grin at her sister. “That’s a nice shirt. What kind of material is that?”
    “Huh? Oh, I dunno,” Wyatt said. Stepping back, he ran a hand down the front of his shirt, considering it. “Just cotton I think. Or a blend or something.”
    “Interesting,” Aiko said, coming around to sit on the edge of the desk. “Are you sure? Cuz…I dunno—”
    “Aiko.” Jinx sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You are so immature.”
    “From here it kind of…” Aiko tilted her head as if she were seriously assessing a new and exotic fabric. “Well it looks like… boyfriend material .”
    “Jesus Christ. Five minutes younger, and it may as well be a decade.” Jinx took a deep breath and leveled her gaze on Wyatt. “So how did you cut out of my ropes when you don’t have a knife on you? That’s impossible.”
    “Ah,” Wyatt said, holding up a finger. “I’d love to tell you but then I’d have to—”
    “Wyatt,” Jack said, cutting him off. “I’m begging you.”
    “Right. Sorry. Your lunch appointment. Okay so, here’s the thing—”
    “If I might interrupt?” Malcolm said, and Jinx realized she’d forgotten he was there. She’d forgotten Jack was there for that matter. The last few moments her worldview had been narrowed down to only two important points: she was irritated with her sister and even more irritated with this man. Wyatt Smith. The impossible cowboy with the too-tight shirt and the too-blue eyes and the ability to cut ropes with the power of his mind. Apparently.
    “Your lunch appointment has cancelled for today Sir,” Malcolm continued. “Since you’re suddenly free might I suggest I secure a private room for the five of us at Thai Sun?”
    “I love that idea Malcolm,” said Wyatt before Jack could reply. “Some spicy Pad Thai would hit the spot. Bondage always works up my appetite.”
    “Oh for crissakes…fine.” Jack turned to the door and waved after them. “C’mon then, the lot of you. “My blood sugar is very low right now,” he said with a labored sigh. “So I either need to eat something or fire you all. Jinx, if you want an explanation you’ll have to wait until I’ve gotten some curry in me.”
    “So it’s true then?” Jinx said. Confusion had given way to hurt and a growing sense of betrayal. “Mr. Smith already works for you?”
    “Calvert,” Wyatt said, stepping toward her and offering the same hand he’d tried to earlier.
    Jinx stared at him, arms lifeless at her side.
    “Not Smith.” Wyatt reached down, slid his hand gently into hers and shook lightly. “Calvert. Wyatt Calvert. Jack and I are cousins.”

Chapter Three
    J inx poked at her basil chicken and rice and stole another glance at the tall, blond, muscular guy across the table. Oblivious to her scrutiny, Wyatt cheerfully wound a healthy tangle of noodles around his fork and stuffed the mess into his mouth. Catching Jinx’s eye mid-chomp, he grinned.
    “So.” Wyatt chewed, slurped, swallowed. “We’re gonna be friends. That’s awesome.”
    “How do you figure cowboy?” Jinx sneered. “I heard Jack say we’ll be working together, I didn’t hear him say anything about friends.”
    “Aw c’mon.”
    “Nuh-uh. Don’t c’mon me. Two months ago you broke into my