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himself. P H damned D. Enough credentials to choke the proverbial horse and more than enough to allow the good doctor to hand out free advice over the airwaves. No matter who it harmed.
    His jaw hardened, and he caught a hint of movement behind the filmy curtains. Then he saw her. His fingers clenched over the slick glasses as he watched, like a damned voyeur, as she walked unevenly through her house. He checked his watch. Three-fifteen in the morning.
    And she was beautiful—just as she was in the publicity shots he’d seen—maybe even more so with her tousled red hair and state of undress. Dr. Leeds wore a nightshirt buttoned loosely, its hem brushing the tops of her long, tanned thighs as she walked unevenly through a room lit by Tiffany lamps and adorned with a lot of old-looking furniture—probably antiques. He caught a glimpse of the cast that encased her left foot and half her calf. He’d heard about that, too. Some kind of boating accident in Mexico.
    Lips compressed, he anchored the wheel with one hip and felt rain slide down the neck of his parka. The wind had snatched off his hood and tossed his hair around his eyes, but he kept the powerful glasses trained on the house nestled deep in a copse of live oaks. Spanish moss clung to the thick branches and drifted in the wind. Rain ran down off the dormers and down the gutters. An animal—cat, from the looks of it—crept through a square of light thrown from one window. It disappeared quickly into dripping bushes flanking the raised porch.
    Ty concentrated on the interior of the house—through the windows. He lost sight of Samantha for a second, then found her again, bending down, reaching forward to pick up her crutch. The nightshirt rode upward, giving him a peek at lacy white panties stretched over round, tight buttocks.
    His crotch tightened. Throbbed. He ground his back teeth together, but ignored his male response just as he disregarded the warm rain stinging his face blurring the lenses of his binoculars.
    He wouldn’t think of her as a woman.
    He needed her. He intended to lie to her. To use her. And that’s all there was to it.
    But, God, she was beautiful. Those legs—
    She straightened suddenly, as if she sensed him watching her.
    Turning, she walked to the windows and stared out, green eyes wide, red hair tousled as if she’d just gotten out of bed, skin without a hint of makeup. His pulse jumped a notch. She squinted through the glass, her eyes narrowing. Maybe she saw the silhouette of the boat, his shadow at the helm. Eerily, as if she knew what he was thinking, she met his stare with distrustful eyes and a gaze that scoured his black soul.
    Wrong.
    She was too far away.
    The night was dark as pitch.
    His imagination was running wild.
    There was a slight chance she could see his running lights or the white sails, and, if so, make out the image of a man on his boat, but without binoculars there was no way she’d be able to see his features, would never recognize him, and couldn’t, not for a minute, guess what he was thinking, or his intentions.
    Good.
    There was time enough for meeting face-to-face later. For the lies he would have to spin to get what he wanted. For a half a second, he felt a twinge of remorse, gritted his teeth. No time for second-guessing. He was committed. Period. As he watched through the glasses, she reached up and snapped the shades of her window closed, cutting off his view.
    Too bad. She wasn’t hard on the eyes. Far from it.
    And that might pose a problem.
    In Ty’s mind, Dr. Samantha Leeds was too pretty for her own damned good.
    “…so you’re sure you’re okay?” David asked for the fifth time in the span of ten minutes. Holding the cordless receiver to her ear, Sam walked to the window of her bedroom and looked into the gloomy afternoon. Lake Pontchar-train was a somber gray, the waters shifting as restlessly as the clouds overhead.
    “I’m fine, really.” Now she wished she hadn’t confided in him