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and that would be the end of what was turning out to be an unexpectedly incredible relationship.
    Seriously, Marc? In such a short time?
    Yes, seriously. And it shocked the hell out of him.
    He liked to think he was a good judge of character. It was one of the things that made him a standout agent. And every vibe he got from Daisy told him she had no knowledge of Craig Myers’ situation or the money or what happened to it. That, accountant or not, she hadn’t moved the money around for him or helped him embezzle from the clients. Maybe she was fooling him, but he didn’t think so. He had trouble seeing her as one of the bad guys. It didn’t feel right.
    It wasn’t just the sex clouding his mind, either, although that had been beyond spectacular. It was the whole package. The whole unbelievable package. He could still smell traces of her light floral scent on his body, feel the silkiness of her skin beneath his hands, the roundness of her curved ass. When he thought of her soft mouth on his cock, her tongue tracing circles around the head, he got so hard it was painful. Everything was even more special when he’d realized many of the things they’d done were not on her usual list of sexual activities. She’d been a little nervous, a little timid, but in the end totally enthusiastic. Because of him, and it was a special gift he would treasure.
    So what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t back away from her, and now he wanted to protect her in case she got splattered with some of the mud. Maybe he could get through this stay in New Orleans, solidify the relationship—which god knew he wanted almost more than his next breath—and pray that someone else on the team found where Myers had hidden the money and grabbed him up.
    As he stood there, hitting his mental punching bag, his cell rang. He picked it up from the vanity and looked at the readout. Larry. Of course. Wanting an update. With a decided lack of enthusiasm, he answered it.
    “Yeah, boss.”
    “How’s it going?” Larry Choate asked.
    Marc chose his words carefully. “Larry, I have to tell you, I don’t think she’s dialed into this.”
    Larry snorted. “Getting taken in by a pretty face, are you? I thought you were way past that. You’ve always been my ace-in-the-hole ladies man and worked it successfully when we needed it.”
    Yes, but those women meant nothing to him. They hadn’t slammed him right in the solar plexus the way Daisy Karr did. Gotten under his skin. Into his blood. His heart.
    Heart? Already, you jerk?
    “You there, Marc?” Larry’s voice broke into his conversation with himself, the tone sharp and edgy.
    “Yeah, sorry. And no, I’m not being taken in by anything.” He rubbed his hand across the scruff on his jaw. “You said you trust my instincts. Well, they tell me she hasn’t got a thing to do with this. None of the clues are there, and I don’t get the vibes.”
    “I do trust your instincts. They’re good, always have been. However, I’m not ready to write her off yet. Keep at it. Hang onto her. Watch for the clues. You know what I mean.”
    Yes, he did, and this time he wanted to tell Larry Choate to go to hell. However, since that wasn’t possible he’d just have to continue to play the game and hope to hell it got wrapped up soon and Daisy would never have to know what his part was supposed to be.
    “Yeah, I do. I’m spending the day with her, so I’ll give you a call tonight or tomorrow.” He paused. “And if you hear anything at all in the meantime, ding me right away.”
    “Will do.”
    He hung up, set the phone back down, and looked at himself again. You’re hooked, Doucet, he told himself. Face it. Figure out how to get through this and hope Daisy never finds out what your assignment is. That said, he turned on the shower and stripped off yesterday’s clothes. He had a breakfast to get to.
     
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    Daisy brushed her hair until it shone and checked her makeup three times, wondering why at