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least.”
    She swallowed hard because he even smelled good. Sort of woodsy and so very, very male. She could feel her heart racing, which was at complete odds with his, beating slow and sure and smooth. Damn it. She was supposed to be slow and sure and smooth! “What?”
    “Where’s Stone Cay?”
    Oh, God.
    “I can look it up, but I’m going to guess…The Keys?”
    “Bahamas. It’s a small private island in the Bahamas.”
    “Okay.” He sounded relieved to be getting somewhere, but that relief would be short-lived because he wasn’t going to get any further.
    Nope.
    “Do you think I can’t see your fear?” he murmured, his mouth still so close to her ear that his lips brushed against her lobe when he spoke. “That I don’t know how unlike you this is?”
    His lips brushed her skin again, and her entire body began to hum. “That was Leena’s fear,” she managed. God. He was too close. And he was too raw, too masculine, and far too big for the small hallway.
    “But it’s you now. Right here, right now with me. Afraid.” As he spoke, his mouth moved against her, his warmth seeping into her chilled bones and with all that hard strength up against her, and it was too much, making her squirm to free herself.
    He merely pressed up against her, fully now, so that he couldn’t take a breath without her knowing it, and vice versa.
    “Talk to me, Maddie.”
    Impossible. With all that testosterone wrapped in sinew pressing against her, his face so close she could feel the stubble from his jaw brush hers, and that intoxicating scent of frustrated man, she could hardly think. Talking? Forget about it.
    “Are you in trouble?”
    Truth? Trouble was her new middle name. She bit back her short bark of laughter because it would have come out sounding far too hysterical. Plus, she might not have been able to stop. “No.” And there went another lie. Hope Santa wasn’t listening, but it was for Brody’s own good…
    “Jesus, Maddie, come on. It’s all over your face.”
    She imagined it was. At some point between Leena showing up and realizing Rick was on her tail looking for blood and then the guy of her secret fantasies arriving in his Camaro-chariot, Maddie had lost her ability to hold it together, much less hide her emotions.
    She really needed to get a grip on that pronto. Showing emotion was dangerous, both to her physical well-being and to her heart and soul.
    Not that she was worried about her heart and soul. Nope, at the moment, it was mostly her physical being she had concerns about.
    And Leena’s.
    And if she didn’t shake Brody, his as well. God. Was she in trouble? Hell, yeah. The worst sort of trouble. But she could handle it.
    She always did.
    Except this time…this time, there was a small part of her that had doubts, a small part of her that said her luck had finally run out and the past she’d been one step ahead of for ten years just might have caught up to her. “There’s some trouble,” she admitted.
    “Your sister?”
    Okay, maybe she could admit that part, too. “It’s a misunderstanding. Nothing we can’t handle.”
    Look at that, another lie right off her tongue. They were really racking up today.
    “Let me help.”
    No. Definitely not. Not with Rick involved, not with her past hanging out, leaving her feeling way too exposed. So was the way Brody was holding her with extreme care, making sure not to put too much pressure on her shoulder, but she couldn’t get free—a bit demoralizing given all those years of self-defense classes she’d taken.
    Squirming did nothing but make her extremely aware of their position, of her butt snugged to his crotch, for example, and how she wished they were in this position for another reason entirely.
    He turned just his head so that once again his jaw brushed hers. The feeling shouldn’t have stopped her heart and made her belly quiver, but it did, and that just pissed her off. “I think this qualifies as you butting your nose in where it