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with deadly accuracy whenever he felt the desire, and it seemed he felt the desire a lot lately.
    "Are you blaming me for your folly?"
    "Wouldn't think of it."
    There it was again. That bite. "Now look , Pretty Boy Floyd…"
    Someone knocked at the door, made both of them start, and before he knew it, the knob turned, the door opened and in peeped Ransom's victim.
    The term didn't quite suit her, Zane realized as he looked her up and down. She didn't look like anyone's victim. But she did, despite Leary's assurances, look litigious and more.
    The kicks were stylish Italian leather pumps accentuating a dynamite pair of calves that flowed into shapely hips and thighs showcased by the classy charcoal skirt hugging her ripe curves like paint. The matching fitted jacket and lace top beneath did little to hide the voluptuousness of her breasts, the décolletage tastefully revealing caramel skin.

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    Everything about her screamed class and money, and hot rauncy sex between satin sheets.
    Zane's defenses went up on sight, along with the radar on his cock.
    "Okay to come in?"
    He stood and held the door open for her, the fine hairs standing up on the back of his neck as she brushed by him to enter the room. The infinitesimal contact was as jolting as a tsunami sweeping through the area, and just as encompassing.
    Shit, this was not the time or the place for a raging erection, but damned if he wasn't sporting one just looking at her, just standing next to her and inhaling that subtle but expensive-ass perfume she was wearing, some spicy musk scent that sent his hormones into high gear.
    Zane pulled the door closed as she stuck out a perfectly manicured hand. Evidently her scuffle with Ran hadn't broken a nail. This irked him, for no other reason than Zane wanted to know that someone else was stressed out over this entire incident and having a difficult time digesting it with just a Coke and a smile.
    And the lady didn't look like anything much rattled her cage.
    Wall Street. Broker? Lawyer? Holly Golightly? Some other rich Four Hundred sort?
    Yes, he was definitely irked and wondered why. Usually, he wasn't easily stressed. Ransom and his antics had him chasing after his own butt.
    Reluctantly Zane put his hand in hers, not wanting to leave her hanging. He was instantly surrounded by her vibrancy and warmth, his cock growing harder by the moment. It twitched in his pants at the contact of her hand in his, as if to remind him that he was capable of adult emotions and reactions that didn't involve counseling and comforting teenage boys and girls.
    What was it about this woman that simultaneously turned him off and on, got him hot under the collar, and bothered in his boxer briefs?
    "I'm Nova Foxx."
    "The victim."
    She grinned. "I’d prefer the complainant."
    "Of course." At least she hadn't said "plaintiff."
    "So, how's it going in here? I didn't interrupt any tarring and feathering, did I?"

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    Ransom averted his gaze and Zane grinned in spite of himself, surprised by her good humor. If it were him, and her nephew had attacked and tried to rip him off, he didn't think he would be so magnanimous.
    Unless she was softening them up for the big lawsuit.
    He directed Nova to a seat opposite his nephew and retook the adjacent seat.
    "I didn't catch your name?"
    Her voice was low and seductive, and Zane had to concentrate to keep from falling under its musical spell. He tried to place the accent—usually he was pretty good at that sort of appraisal, but not this time. She sounded as if she was from everywhere and anywhere. "I'm sorry?"
    "Your name?"
    "Oh, it's Zane. Zane Youngblood."
    Nova nodded, glanced at Ransom.
    "Dillinger here is my nephew, Ransom."
    "Ransom? That's an interesting name."
    "My mother thought so."
    Why did the boy’s first words in front of the woman have to be a smart-aleck remark? Not that he had to go very far to lower his stock in her eyes, Zane was sure.
    Nova