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tingled with awareness, but not in the usual way. This had nothing to do with tactics and everything to do with yearning.
    A moan of anguish or desire—of which, she couldn’t be entirely sure—breeched her lips. His other hand, which had been still at his side, ran up her thigh. The roughness of his palm heated her from the inside out. Baine’s fingers bit into the bare bottom revealed by the bathing suit. In response her body quickened, nipples tightening, core clenching.
    “Ahem. Might I offer you some towels? You look a bit wet.”
    Again Baine cursed. This time, however, the words came through loud and clear. He growled it out as he broke the kiss. With one hand he held her to the wall while he created a gap between them. The sudden withdrawal served the same purpose as a bucket of ice water. In less than a second the world around her refocused.
    Behind Baine, Lawrence, the butler, stood, a pile of towels balanced neatly in his hand. The set of his mouth almost disguised his mirth, but the sparkle in his blue eyes gave him away. Once again, Sloan was intrigued by Lawrence’s stealth and uncanny timing, but before she could attempt to figure the man out, Baine turned on him.
    He snatched a towel from the pile. “That’ll be all.”
    “Are you sure I can’t interest either of you in a drink?”
    “Yes.” Baine’s tone bordered on harsh, but he seemed to rein it in when he turned back toward her.
    Lawrence bowed his head then retreated down the hallway as quietly as he’d arrived. As much as Sloan wanted to study the servant, Baine’s brilliant eyes owned her attention. They didn’t flit about her face, but bore into her eyes. Searching. She trembled under the scrutiny. Actually freaking trembled like a rabbit staring past the wolf’s teeth down his throat. His size didn’t intimidate her. Though in the few times she’d seen him all grown up, he’d used it for that distinct purpose. His searching eyes scared her because they saw too much. Elicited too much.
    He leaned in and draped the terrycloth sheet around her. His breath was hot on her ear when he whispered, “You’re so much more than a dime trick whore. See you tonight.”
    While her breathing stilled in her chest he turned and walked away.

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