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microscope?”
    â€œYou’re no longer a prime suspect.” He watched her retuck the bathrobe around her legs, possibly feeling the heat of his stare despite his best effort to rein himself in. “In fact, I was hoping to remove the equipment tonight.”
    Right before he hit on her. He planned to get very close to Marnie Wainwright in the near future. Now? Who knew how long it would take for him to rebuild some trust?
    â€œYou thought you’d just saunter in here tonight after I hadn’t seen you in two months?” The precariously lopsided twist in her hair finally gave up the ghost, spilling caramel-colored strands and spitting out a pencil that had been holding it all together.
    â€œI figured you wouldn’t want to have that equipment running any longer than necessary,” he told her reasonably as he retrieved the fallen pencil and placed it on the coffee table.
    â€œOf course not, but since I didn’t know I’d been under surveillance for the past two months, might I inquire why you thought I’d even let you in?”
    Animal attraction.
    But he knew better than to say as much.
    â€œI figured I’d look into a fantasy escape.” Heavy on the fantasy. God knew, she’d been occupying enough of his lately.
    The woman had compromised his investigation everytime she sashayed past that surveillance camera, her confident feminine strut one hell of a distraction.
    â€œAt this hour?” Her gaze narrowed. Suspicion mounted.
    And with damn good reason.
    He hadn’t even come close to laying his cards on the table with her yet.
    â€œI work late.” He shrugged, not sure what else to offer in his defense. “Do you want me to take the equipment now?”
    â€œNo.” She leaned forward on the love seat, invading his personal space in a way that would have been damn pleasant if she hadn’t fixed him with a stony glare. “I know how to take a sledgehammer to the cabinet, but thanks anyway. Right now, I’m more interested in two things.”
    â€œShoot.” He breathed in the warm, spicy scent of an exotic perfume he wouldn’t have noticed if they hadn’t been this close.
    â€œFirst, you didn’t say I was cleared of suspicion. You carefully distinguished that I’m no longer a prime suspect. Care to explain what that means?”
    Her silk-covered knee was only inches from his. One bare foot sat so close to his loafers that he’d have to be careful of her toes if he stood. The nails had been manicured with glittery white polish except for the big toe on each foot, which featured a carefully painted holly berry leaf.
    Lifting his gaze to meet hers, he wondered if he was the only one fantasizing about peeling off her robe.
    â€œIt means that there’s an outside chance you could stillbe a conspirator, but we don’t think that’s likely and we are one hundred percent sure you are not the primary force behind the embezzlement.”
    â€œHow reassuring.” She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, frowning as she seemed to consider the implications of that.
    â€œYou said you were interested in two things?” He saw the dartboard behind the love seat no longer contained a picture of her ex-boyfriend, something he hadn’t known from the video feeds since his camera didn’t give him enough of a wide angle on the room.
    Good for her for not caring anymore. Jake’s investigations had dug up more than a little dirt on him.
    â€œRight.” She fixed him with her gaze. “I’d also like to know just how much of me you’ve seen with that camera lens of yours.”

2
    M ARNIE HAD HER ANSWER in a nanosecond.
    The heat that flared in the private investigator’s eyes practically singed her skin before he said one word.
    Hell, he didn’t have to say a word.
    â€œOh, my God.” She buried her face in her hands to escape Jake’s gaze. Or maybe to hide from the answering