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get a bite from a sponsor. She had to stay in good graces with Benjamin. He would deny her the money to start her suicide
     support foundation if she couldn’t produce the rhino. It was exactly the sort of control
     game he enjoyed. So she’d either have to get used to crap like that, or start all
     over.
    Her legs felt wobbly as she stood. She grabbed her purse and walked to the back door,
     praying for a low-consequence encounter with Zack. And knowing somehow it wouldn’t
     be.

Chapter Four
    Long legs, shiny hair, and eyes too sexy for their own good haunted Zack until he
     turned the corner to Ann’s block. A black Bentley that cost as much as a decent starter
     home dominated her driveway. A heavy weight settled in his gut when he parked at the
     curb and noted Timothy Benjamin’s startled expression as he spun away from Ann’s closed
     front door. Zack unclenched his teeth and stepped out of the cab.
    “Well, well, look who’s come to call. Good to know you aren’t a total recluse, Goldman,
     but I could’ve saved you the trouble had I known you were on your way. The lady’s
     not in this morning.”
    “Was she expecting you?”
    Something flickered in Benjamin’s eyes for a second. “Not entirely.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean? Either she invited you, or she didn’t.”
    “My wife is organizing a charity fashion show and asked me to help find models. Of
     course, I thought of Ann immediately.”
    “And you thought you’d drive right over to ask in person on a Sunday morning instead
     of calling or asking any of the next hundred times you walk into the office? How remarkably
     inefficient of you, Tim.”
    The loose skin around Benjamin’s eyes crinkled as his eyes narrowed. “And that’s remarkably
     rude of you to say. But then, I don’t really expect more out of someone like you.”
    Zack forced himself to relax his shoulders as Benjamin brushed by him. Thinly veiled
     references to the past didn’t hurt so much anymore. Yeah, right. He watched the back of Benjamin’s head until the car’s tail lights vanished around
     the block. Then he turned back to Ann’s front door feeling his shoulder muscles ball
     up again—the way they always had when bad shit was about to go down.
    …
    Sloane slid her SUV into park in Ann’s driveway and sat there for a moment, willing
     herself to open the door and get it over with. Zack pushed away from where he’d been
     leaning near Ann’s front door, and started walking toward her car. Her heart gave
     a curious tug at the lost-little-boy look he masked before halting near her front
     bumper.
    He waited there, one big hand scraping across his stubble, until she exited the vehicle.
     “What are you doing here? Did Ann call or show up at the store yet?” he asked.
    “No, but one of my part-timers came in after you left and said Ann had a date last
     night. Do you know her boyfriend? Maybe you could give him a call.” Lordy, were his
     eyes ever a complex mixture of greens. Saturated shades of rich color like the underside
     of a sunlit leaf.
    Those eyes clouded over. “You came here to tell me she had a date last night?”
    “Isn’t it likely they’re still together?”
    His arms folded across his chest. A really, really nice chest. And…other parts. “I
     don’t know about any date Ann may have had last night. Was there anything else you
     needed here?”
    A spurt of heat warmed her cheeks. “Actually, yes. Ann has something from the store
     that I need to get back for a client. Have you been inside? To make sure she’s—you
     know— actually gone ?”
    His eyes darkened, but a bit of his bluster dissipated. “There’s nothing wrong. No
     sign of forced entry. No missing luggage, jewelry, art. Not even any dirty dishes
     in the sink to tell me the last time she ate. And her car is sitting in the damn garage.”
    “So she was picked up and stayed overnight with him.” Sloane looked to Ann’s front
     door, fixing on the door