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long as he was breathing, it wouldn’t happen again.  On that, he could bet his life.
    Vengeance soured in his gut.  After the trial, the bastard tried to become invisible.  Eventually forced out of his position at Regency Hotels, Scaliano did nothing for a while.  But greed didn’t rest for long and after a few failed attempts with other companies, somehow he convinced the fools at Perry Fitness to sign him on.  And Vic tracked him move for move.  When he learned of the Albright death at their Miami facility, he waited for the inevitable lawsuit, but this time, Vic planned to take matters into his own hands.  Monetary settlements weren’t good enough.
    The man needed jail time.
    The day Vic learned Baker, Schofield, Martinez and Brown was retained by the widow to sue Perry Fitness Centers for wrongful death was the day he made the call.  Law firms could use and extra body and with his experience and background, he’d be an easy sell.  With one phone call he initiated the application process and within a few months, had the job.
    He recalled Raul’s surprise during the interview.  Why leave a successful career path to start over?
    Vic suppressed a swell of bitterness.  He hated to lie, but there was no feasible way to tell Raul he wasn’t starting over, rather making good on a promise .  Frank Scaliano would pay for what he did—or didn’t do—and with more than money this time.  He’d pay with his freedom.
    “Diego’s team isn’t faring too well.”
    Startled, Vic looked up and found Selena’s large brown breasts squishing together as she pulled the flimsy cotton cover-up over her head, revealing a next-to-nothing white bikini.  She tossed the dress to the towel beside him.  “Wanna join me for a swim?”
    Diego’s sister was as hot as they came, with her long black hair and deeply-tanned skin.  And her legs.  Despite her full-figured rear, they bore not a speck of fat.  Probably due to the fact she was barely twenty.
    “No thanks.”
    “You sure?”  Selena gave herself an exaggerated fanning with one hand, long red nails flapping back and forth.  “It sure is hot out here.”
    He smiled at her obvious play. Though sweet, she wasn’t his type.  He preferred strong women.  Tough women. Women who could take him one on one. “It’s definitely hot, but swim for me, I’m sure.”
    Her smile dimmed, but remained solidly in place.  “Suit yourself.”
    He watched her trot off toward the water and shook his head with a grunt.  If Selena was interested in a man’s attention, she’d have no trouble finding it between here and the shore.  Vic watched her slow to a stroll, employing a practiced hip-sway, and instantly wondered what Sam looked like in a bikini.
    The woman stood damn near six foot in heels, and though usually covered by business suits, he could tell her body was that of an athlete.  Desire fired through him.  Just the way he liked.  Strong, lean and mean.  Treated to her bare arms on the occasion she strode through the office wearing only a tank top and skirt, he liked what he saw.  Not only her figure, but from head to toe.  From the wild mess of auburn curls to the confident way she moved, Sam Rawlings was his kind of woman.
    Did she play sports ? he wondered.  Exercise to keep in shape?  It occurred to him he knew little of what she did in her spare time.  No suntan, he figured it had to be something indoors that kept her busy.
    Work, most likely.  Vic chuckled.  Unlike Selena.  Her focus at the moment was on attracting the opposite sex, a young stud who undoubtedly spent most of his time in the gym.
    The gym .
    Vic’s humor shriveled.  Rivulets of sweat dripped from his brow and stung his eyes, but he ignored it.  Scaliano had to pay.  The only way that was going to happen was if he got involved.
    And he would.  One way or another, he would get on the Perry case.  Or at the very least, be privy to every detail so he could steer Sam and Diego toward