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"Lover?"
    She crossed one long jean-clad leg over the other and leaned back in the chair. "Uncle."
    Her hair was starting to dry about her shoulders. It was slightly curly, and a silky chocolate brown. Touchable. Striking, with those ice-blue eyes and cream complexion. He rubbed the flat of his hand on the rough texture of the blanket beneath him. "So this is a family affair?"
    "You bet." She paused and said lightly, "You don't really think simply because you ask, that I'm going to hand my diamonds over to you, do you?"
    He didn't give a continental fuck about the diamonds. "How much?" Fine. He'd pay. He had the resources.
    "How much what?"
    His jaw was about to shatter from gritting his teeth so hard. "How much do you want for the contents of Morales's safe?"
    She didn't even blink. "Forty million dollars."
    "Greedy girl." God. He had to put an end to this before he did something incredibly stupid. "Street value's approximately four point eight mil."
    She shook her head. "Five point two to be exact."
    "I'll give you four mil. Cash. U.S. currency. For everything you took from Morales's safe." Hunt would pay her in kittens if that's what it took.
    "I'll think about it." She looked at him, her expression as guileless as a baby's, and yawned. He'd never seen anything as sexy in his life. He almost groaned out loud.
    "Can we discuss this in the morning?" she asked, sounding frail and weak. It was a nice touch, but he didn't believe it for a second. She looked wide-awake and revitalized. And she wasn't the frail, weak type. She was cunning and clever and heartbreakingly beautiful and trying to play him like a violin.
    She was as dangerous as hell. "What's your real name?"
    She tilted her head, chin up. "I told you—"
    "Cut the crap, lady. Give me a name. The one on your birth certificate will do." He'd touched that milk pale skin. Skimmed his fingers over that gentle swell of her breast. Could almost taste that flush riding her high cheekbones. A fire of lust burned in Hunt's belly as he watched her. He was rock hard, and destined to stay that way, it appeared, for the duration.
    "I'm hurt, I really am." There was a smile in her voice that she was smart enough not to show him. "After all this, you still don't trust me?" She sounded like the victim in this mess.
    "No."
    "Life's full of little disappointments. I'll live."
    "Come to bed." Hunt tugged her toward the oversized mattress, feeling feral.
    Her eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind? I am not sleeping with you." Her feet planted on the floor by the chair.
    Ten minutes ago she would have done any damn thing he'd wanted her to do. His dick leapt and reached out for her as if it had a mind of its own. Hunt ignored the clambering of his body, exerting his iron will. "It's three a.m., and there's only one bed."
    "I'll get another room."
    "Got money?" He smiled.
    "I'll sleep in this chair."
    "Doesn't look comfortable, but suit yourself. We'll talk more in the morning. Give you time to rethink some of those answers."
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    Chapter Seven

     
    Taylor was hanging on by a hair. He might've forgotten what had happened in the still steamy bathroom not ten minutes ago. But she hadn't. She had pulse points in places she hadn't realized she had pulse points. A good night's sleep would hopefully return some of her missing brain cells, giving her a good dose of smarts. A few hours without being under the gun would, please God, resolve the blindness problem.
    God, she still couldn't see. Pitch-black. No shadows. No light. No movement. Just pure colorless night.
    She hated being this vulnerable. And she loathed being vulnerable with this man in particular. She knew he was playing with her like a very large cat with a very small mouse.
    She didn't hear him move, but between one breath and the next he'd crossed the room and plucked her out of the chair.
    He carried her away from his body, and upright so her feet dangled above the floor. Like something he didn't really want to contaminate his