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    “If you need any help, just let me know,” Gary said, his lips lifting in a mischievous
     grin.
    Erik smiled back, but shook his head. “Not this time.”
    “Ah,” Gary acknowledged with a nod. “Let me know if you change your mind,” he added
     as he turned back into the cockpit, leaving Erik alone with Melinda once again.
    He looked back down at her sleeping form. Letting his gaze travel the length of her
     slim figure, he frowned slightly. He remembered her as being much curvier. She’d lost
     weight.
    Jon climbed the stairs and stepped into the cabin, drawing Erik’s attention away from
     the sleeping beauty on his couch.
    “I put her suitcase in the luggage compartment, along with her purse and cell phone.”
    “Good,” Erik replied.
    Jon glanced at him, then Melinda. “She looks so peaceful. I almost hate to disturb
     her.”
    Erik nodded. “I was just thinking the same thing. I have a feeling peaceful is the
     last thing she will be once she wakes up.”
    Jon snickered. “I thought you liked it when they fought you.”
    “Sometimes,” Erik replied softly. “I like fire, and from what I remember, Melinda
     has lots of fire, but…”
    Jon studied him intently and Erik looked away, not sure he was ready for Jon to know
     just how much he liked Melinda. It wouldn’t be a good thing at all for him to develop
     feelings for her. He never had in the past with other women, so he wasn’t sure why
     he even thought he might this time. But the thought was there, deep inside, that Melinda
     would be different. Much different.
    “Do you want her on the bed?” Jon asked.
    Erik was relieved Jon hadn’t pressed him and glanced back toward the bedroom. He pursed
     his lips in thought. “No,” he replied. “Let’s remove her clothes and put her in the
     recliner.”
    Jon looked at the chair Erik referred to with a frown. “You sure she’ll be comfortable
     in that thing?”
    Erik shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll recline it. She should be waking soon, so let’s
     get her settled. I want her bound as well.”
    Jon’s lips twitched slightly as he opened a cabinet door and pulled out four silk
     bindings. “Don’t want her throwing things at us?”
    “Not on the plane,” Erik said, his own lips twitching at the mental image of Melinda
     in a fit of rage. He liked women with a temper.
    * * * *
    Melinda stared in stunned silence at a pair of deep blue eyes. It was the only thing
     she could see through the slit in his mask. But it was enough. She knew those eyes.
     Those beautiful blue eyes were attached to an even more beautiful man.
    Her heart raced. Marcus had sent him? Erik Duvall?
    He was one of her brother’s friends. He and Jon owned a consulting business. On top
     of that, he was supposed to be some sort of stock-market guru, which is apparently
     where he’d earned most of his money. She’d met him several times but she’d always
     considered him and Jon off-limits because of their friendship with her brother.
    Why did he have to send him?
    “Erik,” she whispered.
    “Yes?” he drawled, his deep, sexy timbre sending shivers of wicked delight up her
     spine.
    With a gasp, she opened her eyes and stared at the very man she’d apparently been
     dreaming about standing just a few feet away. His shirt was partially open, exposing
     a smooth, tan, muscular chest. She moved her gaze upward, past his shoulder-length
     black hair, strong chin covered with a day’s growth of whiskers, full, kissable lips,
     and the prettiest pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen surrounded by thick, black lashes
     just like his hair.
    She swallowed, forcing herself to scowl as opposed to stare like a virgin who’d never
     seen a man. Her stomach felt queasy and her head pounded behind her eyes, so appearing
     displeased was an easy feat at the moment. She’d kill her brother for this.
    She tried to lift her hand, but couldn’t. She froze, the heat of a blush moving over
     her entire body as the realization