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chest. Those eyes…those magnificent blue eyes, warmed her, heated her,
pulled her into a place she longed to be, teasing her mind and body with
memories of acute arousal. And utter satisfaction.
    Pulse jumping,
mouth dry, she worked hard to keep any signs of recognition from her face, but
failed to suppress the tremor of awareness shooting down her spine. Her nipples
beaded. Damn them. And her happy parts tingled. Great. This was going to be a
hell of a lot more trying than her Limelight assignment.
    Jack blinked,
then cleared his throat. “Hello, Brielle. Welcome to the show.” He released her
hand, his smile guarded.
    “Thank you,
Jack. It’s nice to meet you.”
    He jammed his
hands into his pockets and nodded. Good. He didn’t recognize her. At least, if
he had, he didn’t show it. And she was more than happy to do the same. Just
dealing with the knowledge of who he was and what they’d done was enough to
keep her tongue firmly planted in her mouth.
    Bad word choice.
Her body heated at the memory of her tongue eagerly exploring his mouth.
    Damn sexy man
was too dangerous. Hell. Jack surpassed dangerous and went straight to lethal.
She had known something was off about him at The Limelight; no way had this hot
man been at the club just to blow off a little steam. Women fell at his feet. In
droves. He didn’t need to go there for sex. Although, he’d found it…with her.
    That was beside
the point.
    Uncle Franco may
have said everyone checked out except the remaining four contestants, but
Brielle was adding the older brother to her suspect list. Her attraction to him
gave him top honors. She'd learned not to trust her judgment in this type of
situation.
    This reality show
investigation had to be different. Would be different, dammit. She
hadn’t felt anything nearly this strong for…what’s-his-name…from that other
show? Grant. Right. She hadn’t felt anything nearly this strong for Grant, and
look at the mess that had gotten her into. No. She would not be fooled
again.
    So what if Jack
was the groom’s brother and supposedly investigating this show—he could still
have motive and be the perpetrator. After all, the man had full access
to the client, the set and the convenience of hiding behind the title of Security.
    “Brielle, if
you’ll join the other contestants, we’ll get the night started.” Greg motioned
toward the group of women standing across the room.
    Alleluia . Happy to
distance her body from the blue-eyed temptation, she made her way across the
room to where the trio of white-tuxedoed hunks handed out flutes of champagne.
Taking a healthy sip, she savored the bubbly and listened to Greg explain the
night’s festivities.
    “Ladies, tonight
is elimination night. But with the arrival of the new girls, specifically
chosen by the groom’s parents,” the host paused to nod at Brielle and the two
actresses before continuing, “Matthew has to eliminate three out of the now
remaining seven contestants.”
    A bout of
groaning filled the air. The contestants turned to her and glared. Why did
they only look at me? What about the two actresses? She sipped her
champagne and tried to ignore the familiar heat blasting her right side again.
Dammit. Her willpower took a direct hit and lost. She snuck a peak at Jack. His
intense blue eyes followed her every move. She shivered. This was going to be a
long four weeks.
    “But have no
fear,” Greg continued with a smile, “Matthew and Jack will both get alone time
with each of you tonight. So remember ladies, this is your chance to impress
the men.”
    Her grip
tightened around her glass. How did the women do this every week? It was
nerve-wracking and the show wasn’t even real for her. She glanced at the
contestants. The things people put themselves through for love. Was it worth
it?
    She was still
contemplating the answer when the first two actresses were called. One went
outside with Matthew while the other followed Jack into the study, giving