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face within an inch of hers. “I know that I’d have called the police two weeks ago and had him arrested, if he weren’t your brother.”
    Another cry poured from her lips. She shook her head resolutely. “Please don’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I don’t know why he does this. But he doesn’t deserve to go to prison.”
    “It is exactly what he deserves,” Kyle contradicted with iron-like determination.
    “He’s not a common thief.” It was a plea, as though somehow the differentiation might make a difference to him.
    “You’re right. He’s anything but common. He’s a genius. He’s a criminal mastermind.”
    “Evidently not,” she pointed out swiftly, chewing her lower lip so vigorously that Kyle couldn’t help but stare at the gesture. “You discovered his crimes – twice.”
    “Yeah, well, I guess I’m one step ahead of him then.” He let out an angry sigh. “You can’t keep fighting his fights.”
    “I’m not.” She stared at Kyle, torn between a desire to placate him and an angry need to force him to understand. “I’m just speaking on his behalf to the only person who can make a difference. To someone I suppose I think I still have some ... influence with.” She cleared her throat. “Though perhaps not as much as I need.”
    Kyle straightened and took a vital step away from her. “You want me to agree not to report him?”
    His words were little bullets of gold dust. She stared at his back, wondering if she’d heard correctly. She hadn’t dared allow herself to cherish that hope. Of course it had flashed into her mind. But how could she ask it of Kyle?
    “I want you to tell me I’m wrong,” her voice croaked into the enormous office. She cleared her throat, but her mouth was as dry as a sandstorm. “I don’t want to believe this. I want you to tell me that he got a huge bonus and the money’s his legitimately.”
    Kyle angled his head to stare out of the windows and planted his hands on his hips. It drew attention to his leanly muscled waist, visible beneath the superb tailoring of the suit he wore.
    “You and I both know what your brother is.”
    “I can’t believe he’d do this again. Not after last time.”
    Kyle’s expression was grave. “No. Nor could I.”
    She toyed with a bit of leather on her shoe, her eyes saucer like in her face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    He looked at her impatiently. “You want a divorce, remember? Your brother is no longer my problem. Why would I have called you?”
    She blanched. “He’s still family.”
    Family. Again, that mysterious shroud of inclusion that Kyle couldn’t fathom. “Not my family.”
    “He’s my brother.”
    “And you’re doing your darndest to become my ex-wife.” He held a hand up to silence the objection he could see she was about to frame. “Nonetheless, I didn’t call the police in. Yet.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you call the police, there’s a risk he may end up in prison.”
    “It’s a felony offense.”
    Her eyes clung to his, waiting for the axe to drop.
    “If he’s convicted – which he would be – he’d face a mandatory period of incarceration.”
    “Bloody hell.” She sounded her most British self when she swore, and it had always managed to bring a smile to Kyle’s face. Not now, not here. She stood up unsteadily and closed the distance between herself and her husband. She acted on autopilot. Her heart needed consoling. She needed him to say something to make it better. But that was no longer his responsibility in life. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered dejectedly. “I just can’t believe this.”
    “Can’t you?” He pondered, studying her beautiful, strained face for a long moment.
    “I can’t believe he’d do it to you . You’re my husband.”
    He arched a brow at her use of the term and she flushed to the roots of her hair. “So far as he knows.”
    Now that was interesting. “You didn’t tell him you left me?”
    She dropped