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surged to life. “I just got those files in order after the elevator. You’re a nuisance, do you know that?”
    Nick looked at the papers scattered over the floor, then back at her.
    “I guess so.” He knelt and drew in a pile. A picture among them clearly caught his attention.
    “I’ll get those.” Shiloh tried to get to the snapshot before he could, but wasn’t fast enough.
    He grabbed the photo and read the red print. “What’s this?”
    Shiloh tried to take it from him, but he hung on, his knuckles whitening from the grip.
    His gaze bore into her. “Where’d you get this?”
    She sighed with resignation. “I found it on my office floor last week when I came up from the weight room.”
    “Did you show anyone?”
    She shook her head. “No. It’s just a prank.”
    His features took on a chiseled coldness. “Bullshit. This is a threat to your life.”
    “What do you care? I’m sure you’d like to see me six feet under anyway,” she shot back.
    “I know we don’t see eye to eye on anything, but I sure as hell don’t want to see you get hurt. You need to tell Danfield what’s going on—have these photos fingerprinted.”
    Shiloh turned away. For some reason his concern pissed her off. “I’ll take care of it. Now, could you please leave so I can get some work done?”
    He hesitated. “Let me help you pick up these files first.”
    He gathered some of them, then looked at her. “Sorry about the elevator.”
    “Forget it.” She knelt and picked up some papers. When she reached out for a sheet, she accidentally brushed his hand. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, a sensation that confused her even more.
    She glanced up and saw the same bewildered look on his face. He’d felt it too. What was happening between them? First the kiss, now a spark from a simple brush of his hand...
    She looked away and hurried to collect the remaining files. She could hardly breathe. The sooner she got the folders in order, the sooner the cause of her discomfort would leave.
     
    Nick swallowed the lump in his throat as his gaze took in the director’s knees peeking out from under her skirt. She had an awesome pair of legs. Long and shapely. Images of those legs wrapped around his waist sent blood rushing straight to his groin. The desire to touch her became almost overwhelming.
    He had to get out of there before she noticed the hat rack in his pants. And if that happened, he didn’t have a hat handy to hide it from Sandra either. If he left in this condition the secretary would naturally assume something was going on between him and Shiloh. Which sure as hell was at the moment. Just what though, he didn’t know.
    Nick had never had an instant reaction like this to a woman before. Well, at least not since his high school days. Mrs. Braden had aroused his hormones in History 101, but that was when all he could think about was getting some. He imagined, because of her age, she was a woman of the world, experienced… an expert. He was beyond that now. Wasn’t he?
    He rose carefully and placed the files on Shiloh’s desk. Without being too obvious, he adjusted his clothes, and prayed she hadn’t seen the bulge in his pants. The last thing he needed was for her to think she stirred something in him. She’d probably laugh in his face, and his deflated ego had enough to deal with. At the moment he wished something else would deflate.
    “Yes, let’s forget it.” He cleared his throat when he heard his voice crack. “You have a nice day.”
    He walked out and closed the door. Have a nice day. What the hell was that ?
    He shook his head, but made sure he smiled at Sandra on his way out.
    Nick couldn’t believe how dumb he felt. Could he have sounded more like an idiot?
    As he took the elevator down to his office, he shook off sexual desire and turned his mind to something else. The picture in the director’s office, the one with blood on it. He assessed the threat the words on the photo had