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take it from there."
    "So, you think I'm a suspect?" She sounded
hurt.
    He didn't say anything. He couldn't trust
anyone. Not her. Especially her.
    "Thanks for your vote of confidence," Claire
said. "You think there's a possibility I could be the hacker?"
    "No I don't, but you can't be certain your
computer hasn't been used. You aren't in your office 24/7, are
you?"
    "Customers aren't allowed in the back."
    Dillon removed two more gadgets from his
briefcase, then closed it again. "This guy, the hacker, has
neo-Luddite tendencies. He's breaking the law. Sneaking into your
office wouldn't matter to him. He's trying to cover his
tracks."
    "What do you mean by neo-Luddite
tendencies?"
    "Rejection of technology," Dillon said.
"These people are opposed to technology getting out of control or
into the hands of the wrong people. They usually aren't violent,
like I said before. But some of them are sidestepping the law.
Protesting and interfering by devious means."
    "Like your hacker?"
    "You got it. Is the interrogation over now?
Are you through with your questions? I need to finish up and call
it a night." He needed to get away from the intimate surroundings.
Away from Claire Maxwell.
    Ten minutes later, the devices were installed
and ready to go. Dillon snagged his briefcase from Claire's desk.
"That should do it."
    Claire leaned against the doorframe of her
office and stifled a yawn. "I'm sorry. It's been a long day."
    Dillon closed the distance between them. God,
she smelled fresh and sweet. He wanted to bury his nose in her
hair. He wanted to bury himself inside her. His brain told him to
leave; his body blocked the message. "What's a guy gotta do to get
a cup of coffee around here?" He angled closer. Those brown eyes
dilated and her breath hitched.
    She pushed off the doorframe and walked past
him. "Come back during business hours and don't act so rude."
    "Right. I'm out of here." He knew a brush off
when he heard one. And could he really blame her? He had been rude and abrupt with her.
    Claire opened the back door. Dillon stopped
short. Even so, her rejection made him angry. Angry at her. Angry
at himself. He knew better than to play with little rich girls.
Dillon's body vetoed what his brain was telling him. He moved
forward and invaded her space. He wanted to intimidate her. Wanted
to haul her against him and kiss the living daylights out of her.
That made him even angrier.
    "Where's your car?" he growled.
    She was staring at his mouth. All the blood
in his body plunged south. He felt like one of those cartoon
characters when the anvil flattened them to the ground.
    "My car?" Claire took a step backward.
    Dillon decided to let her. "It's almost two
o'clock. Lock up and I'll walk you to your car."
    "That's really not necessary, Mr.
Anderson."
    "Dillon. The name's Dillon. Or Andrews. You
call me Mr. Anderson like that and you blow my cover. Am I making
myself clear on this?"
    Claire lifted her chin. "Perfectly. Good
night." She pushed him out into the darkness and slammed the door
in his face. The bolt slid into place.
    Dillon blinked and shook his head. Well,
damn. That maneuver had certainly backfired, hadn't it?
    ****
    Claire marched to her office to get her
purse. Mr. Dillon Anderson, or Dillon Andrews, or whatever his
name--the man was too potent for her piece of mind. This was
definitely not a good time for her hormones to kick in. Although
she was glad to know she could feel attraction for a man. At least
Bennett hadn't ruined that, too.
    But Claire wasn't ready to pursue a
relationship yet. Maybe not ever again. For thirty-two years, she
had flunked out in the men department. In high school. In college. In marriage .
    So why was a certain private eye tempting her
to test the waters again? Making her want something she wasn't
ready for?
    Claire grabbed her purse and coat and left
her office. She flipped off lights on the way to the back door.
    Sure the man was hot, but he was also rude.
Was he that way with everyone? And