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case." Trey changed lanes, and then changed again, glancing in the rearview mirror several times. "I knew it was you the minute I saw you."
    If Trey and Aines had recognized her, other people might too. Instead of peaceful anonymity, she'd have judgment and ridicule again. 
    She didn't want to start over. She couldn't really afford to. "How did you know it was me?" 
    He expelled a quiet breath of air. "I don't know. I just did." Trey glanced at her, his expression unfathomable. "Just like I know it's you under that getup you're wearing tonight." 
    Her heart fluttered unexpectedly at the puzzled melancholy lacing his voice. She rallied her defenses as best she could. Liking the enemy was a quick way to get tromped on. 
    "None of it matters, anyway. Now that I've been spotted by the press, it's all over," she said.
    Trey slowed the car. With a quick movement, he guided the Jaguar into a gated parking garage, rolling down his window as he braked to a stop. A sharp swipe through the scanner with a key card he whipped out of nowhere, and they were in, the heavy iron gate gliding closed behind them.
    "What are you doing?" Dakota demanded. 
    He cruised through the quiet garage until he found a spot in the back that was near the elevator and out of sight of the street. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and inscrutable in the shadows cast by the lights along the wall of the garage. 
    "You still don't believe that I had nothing to do with those reporters," he said.
    "Like I said, the damage is done whether you orchestrated it or not." She crossed her arms and stared out the dark window.
    "Now you don't trust me. I can see it on your face."
    "I never trust someone better looking than me who offers me lobster."
    "I promise to get you out of this."
    She turned toward him, about to tell him that she'd get herself out of this and to mind his own business. His hand swept around the back of her head and he pulled her into him. 
    The caress of his lips across hers surprised her into opening them and Trey's tongue swept inside her mouth. The explosion of fever from the contact incinerated all needs except one--she wanted him.
    When his other hand swept up her waist to cup her breast, she arched into it, into the weight of his palm and the heat of his caress. His thumb found her hardening nipple and brushed across it through the thin fabric of her dress. Dakota gave a purring moan far in the back of her throat.
    He broke the contact and gently bit the tender skin of her neck, following with a soft kiss to ease the mild sting. The desire building low in her belly fragmented into fissures of fire that ran through her body, melting her, making her want to lie back and open everything to his exploring hands and mouth.
    The image jolted her out of her stupor. What was she doing? He was ruining her life and still every cell in her body screamed 'do him! Do him now!' Had she lost her mind?
    Dakota shoved his hand off her breast and pushed him away from her. "Stop doing that."
    He leaned back against his door, his lids heavy over eyes that were black with only a rim of green. He gave her a slow, knowing smile. "I can't seem to help myself."
    "Try harder." Snatching her purse from the floor, she fumbled with her door handle.
    "Where are you going?" he said in that silky, hot way he had.
    "Home. While I still have one."
    "They're out there, you know."
    "They're starting to look tame."
    "I keep a small apartment here for when I have to do business in this part of the country."
    An image of a string of beautiful women trailing in and out of his apartment broke into her thoughts. "No thanks. I'd rather not be your latest business."
    His expression sobered. "I've never brought a woman here before."
     She frowned at him.
    "I feel obligated to set things right," he said.
    "Your feelings of obligation are what got me into this in the first place."
    His gaze trailed over her face. "From now on I'll keep my distance."
    But could she?
    "I'm leaving. Don't