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her to startle guilty and step hurriedly back from his desk. He saw the betraying gesture and frowned.
    “You’re not doing anything wrong.”
    “I know that,” she responded tautly.
    “Yet you look like you’re about to have a heart attack,” he observed, pushing the door closed quietly behind himself.
    She felt like it, too. “Is everything okay?”
    He frowned in confusion.
    “Your meeting,” she prompted.
    “Oh.” His nod was dismissive. “It’s fine.” He crossed the room, coming to stand directly in front of her. It was too close. Her senses were screaming at her, her body was shouting at her to move nearer, to lean against him, her heart was hammering against her chest, as though it could beat loudly enough to sync in with his once more.
    She breathed deeply and fixed her enormous violet eyes to his face. “Adam’s been stealing. I don’t know for sure. I have no proof. But he’s getting a heap of money from somewhere and I’m almost positive it must be something to do with his work.” Her eyes latched to his for a long beat. “With you.” She shook her head with just-suppressed annoyance. “I can’t believe it, Kyle. I just can’t believe he’d be this stupid.”
    “Can’t you?” Kyle responded. She was so slim. Even her face had lost weight; it was bordering-on gaunt. “Where are you living?” The question blurted out of him without his consent.
    He saw the flash of surprise in her eyes and understood it; the question didn’t belong. It was a stray bullet. “Near my old place,” she said evasively.
    “Soho?”
    She seemed to be weighing her options for a brief moment, before shaking her head. “The Village.”
    He was exasperated. “ Where in The Village?”
    “It ...” she dropped her eyes to focus on the floor. “It doesn’t matter.”
    Like hell it doesn’t. He bit back the acerbic rejoinder and honed in on her original statement. “Why do you suspect your brother of this?”
    “I was at his house the other day. I saw a bank statement.” Her cheeks flushed pink. “I found a bank statement. He’s been buying stuff in the last fortnight. Expensive stuff. Stuff they usually wouldn’t be able to afford...”
    “So you raided his mail.”
    She glared at him. “You know very well why I did.”
    He laughed, though it wasn’t remotely amusing. “Yeah. Because he stole ten grand from me in his first month on the job.”
    “It was an accident,” she said softly. “Or maybe it wasn’t. God, Kyle, what am I going to do?”
    “You? Why? What has any of this got to do with you?”
    She sat down softly, easing herself into his big chair, and curled her legs up beneath her.
    She had sat like that often, and he’d always found it ... adorable. Now, he found it concerning. Her diminished size was affecting him in the strangest way. “Jesus, Annabelle, have you been eating?”
    “Huh?” She lifted a hand and toyed with her necklace.
    “You look like you’ve narrowly survived a famine.”
    “Why, thanks,” she bit sarcastically, feeling as unattractive as she always feared she would become to him.
    He narrowed his eyes. “You were never skinny like this. What’s happened?”
    “I’m fine,” she snapped. Her meaning was clear. Back off . Leave me alone and focus on my brother.
    “You are not fine,” he replied, ignoring the silent warning.
    “He doesn’t need money,” she continued as though he hadn’t spoken, her eyes trained on a point in the distance. “We both know his salary is excellent. It’s a compulsion with him. He can’t help himself.” A sob escaped her. “Kyle, you know about this already, don’t you?”
    A muscle ticked in his jaw as he studied her. Annie had the strangest sensation that she was some kind of bug to him, existing in the screen of his microscopic glare.
    “I know he’s a dishonest, unscrupulous son of a bitch. I know that if he wasn’t your twin I’d have fired him two years ago.” He leaned closer to her, bringing his