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One “T ell me what you’re hoping to find, and I’ll tell you everything that I know.” Finn McLain l Two D EA agent Roman Greyle had been living undercover as Roland Green now for close to twelve mon Three F inn had no trouble gaining access to the space above the bistro. It was for lease and had Four L ivia took her time brushing out and clipping up her hair, tying the sashes of her halter to Five H aving always enjoyed the coolly sophisticated ambience of the frosted glass, onyx, and stai Six W hen her photographer had called first thing this morning, Livia had decided not to talk. Oh, Seven R oman was barely through his front door before he was out of his clothes and on his way to Eight T here was something about a sunrise over the Atlantic that made a night of insomnia seem li Nine L ivia couldn’t remember the last purely social night out she’d had. She wasn’t counting Tues Ten R oman had no idea what he was doing here. Hell, he had no business being here. The heroin he’ Eleven “W hat do you mean, you’re here because of me?” Olivia asked, her finely arched brows drawn Twelve J odi couldn’t control the rapid-fire beat of her heart. She couldn’t calm the rise and fal Thirteen I f he could take back what had just passed between them, Roman wasn’t sure that he would Fourteen “S o now you’re interested?” Livia asked, feeling Finn’s tension in the hand holding on t Fifteen F inn didn’t hear from Olivia on Friday. He supposed his second question had made her refr Sixteen T rue to her word to keep what had happened between them confined to her office and that o Seventeen L ivia had come to the decision this morning. She’d been avoiding the issue because, hon Eighteen G oing back to Downtown Blue on Monday morning, after a weekend off, had never been a pro Nineteen I t was Wednesday morning when Finn showed up at Splash & Flambé. He’d made his decision Twenty L ivia double-checked the address Finn had given her. He’d told her the studio he’d booked Twenty-one R oman looked at the display of vests and scarves he’d arranged last Friday and wondere Twenty-two T his was never what Finn had intended to happen. The more he’d thought about shooting Twenty-three L ivia didn’t see Finn again on Friday, after he wrapped her in her coat and walked h Twenty-four F inn spent most of the day Saturday trying to figure out what had pissed off Olivia s Twenty-five L ivia wasn’t sure if the guilty look on Finn’s face—or what she read as guilt, anyway Twenty-six J odi reached into the tub and turned the faucets, adjusting the temperature before cli Twenty-seven T hough he admittedly hating leaving Olivia in Miami, Finn was damn glad to get back Twenty-eight L ivia had thought a couple of times since Saturday’s pizza with Finn that she should Twenty-nine U ntil this moment, she wouldn’t have admitted she’d come here for this, but standing Thirty T hanks to Monday starting off like shit on a shingle, the rest of the week stunk like holy Thirty-one F inn didn’t return to Miami until Monday. He’d told Olivia he had some local PI work t Thirty-two W hen Roman had told her he was putting her in a safe house for the duration of his cas Thirty-three T uesday night was the next shoot Finn and Olivia had arranged. They hadn’t decided o Thirty-four F or the life of her, Livia couldn’t figure out what Roland would be doing at Splash & Thirty-five F inn decided then and there that he would never get enough of this woman. She was gam Thirty-six L ivia loved watching Finn sleep. His lashes were so thick and so long. Paintbrush lash Thirty-seven R oman’s Monday night meeting with Tomás was supposed to have been about an exchange Thirty-eight A fter learning the truth about Roland Green earlier in the day, Finn had had every i Thirty-nine L ivia spent the next couple of weeks in a daze. For the first time in her life, she h Forty I t was almost Thanksgiving. Could someone please let the meteorological people know that it Forty-one “I didn’t mean it when I told you to leave me alone.” At the sound of Olivia’s voice beh
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