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saw the kid. It’s not like he’s going to go on social media and broadcast it to the world.”
    “It’s not that. It’s just…” She paused to collect her thoughts. “I spend fourteen hours a day watching a morsel of information snowball and wreck people. I’m good at controlling a story, but I don’t know what I’m controlling here and, frankly, I’m emotionally invested. I’m grieving. It’s not a good combination. For all I know, this could be Heather’s journal. Something extremely personal. So, the answer is no. Teeg is not taking that tablet. I need him to decode it, with me and only me present, so I can figure out what I’m dealing with. If it’s bad, I’ll figure out how to handle it. My sister’s secrets will not be for public consumption.”
    There. If he didn’t understand that , they had bigger problems than this tablet.
    “I don’t blame you for wanting privacy. I’d want the same. But if you want Teeg, he’ll have to take the tablet.”
    Fallyn massaged her temples with shaky fingers. She needed someone to decode that file, ASAP. But with Dani, her tech girl in New York, and the potential shitstorm the tablet could unleash if it fell into the wrong hands, Fallyn’s options were limited.
    Work the case. Heather is no longer my sister. She’s now a client. I have to figure out what’s on this tablet and prepare for damage control.
    “I have someone on my staff who can help me. She’s in New York. I’ll just take the tablet to New York and have her do it.”
    “Not advisable. Teeg is here. He’s up to speed. Grey is up to speed.” He stepped closer, touched her arm, let his fingers rest there. “Trust us. Please. We won’t hurt you. Or your sister.”
    She glanced down and slowly drew away. “I’m sorry. I can’t risk it.
    * * *
    He’d touched her.
    A complete, overbearing, lughead of a stranger had touched her.
    Sliding over to the front window, she brushed aside the lace curtain and watched him hail a cab.
    Forget the fact fireworks had gone off when he’d rested his hand on her arm. Little pulses from her head to her toes went zinging through her body like she’d grabbed a live wire with her bare hands. Honest to God, she’d felt her ovaries damn near explode.
    Tony Gerard was a no-go. A nonstarter.
    Except from the moment he’d showed up on the front lawn, Fallyn had known she was in trouble. A woman would have to be dead not to feel that man’s magnetism.
    Captivated. That’s what she’d felt. Drawn to him like no one she’d ever encountered.
    At the curb, he hustled the tech geek into the backseat of the cab, said something to the driver, and shut the door.
    Standing on the sidewalk in front of the brownstone, Gerard watched the cab drive off. He was tall, the streetlight spotlighting his dark hair. Dark hair, Fallyn noticed, that curled right behind his ears. Her fingers itched to touch those curls.
    Sticking his hands in his coat pockets, he dipped his head and started walking. Was he parked nearby or did he live in walking distance of Heather’s place?
    Fallyn had to shift closer to the window and push the curtain farther aside to keep him in sight, his big strides eating up the sidewalk.
    Don’t look back . He’d catch her gawking if he did.
    He moved with an uncanny grace for such a big guy. No, not grace. That was too feminine of a word for him. Finesse? Still not right. Fallyn wracked her brain. Stealthiness . That was closer.
    At the corner of the block, he slowed, checking traffic before he crossed to the other side of the street. The lights of a dark SUV—an Explorer maybe—parked in a “no parking” zone flashed and then he paused at the driver’s door.
    Don’t look back…don’t look…
    His chin came up. He glanced over his shoulder and…
    Bam . Right. At. Her.
    Fallyn jumped back, letting the curtain fall. Dammit .
    She rubbed her arms, letting her fingers linger on the spot where he’d touched her. Scooting away from the window, she