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toward her. For the first time, she
    was able to look at him, face-to-face, and for a second, her breath caught in
    her throat. Her legs, which had been firmly planted on the ground once he’d
    set her down, wobbled just a bit, and both her X chromosomes went on alert,
    reacting to his mighty Y one.
    The man wasn’t so much handsome as incredibly good-looking, rugged
    and utterly masculine. His face was strong and determined, his nose a little
    crooked like he’d taken a few hits in his day. That was a nice change from the
    more plastic, perfect male faces she’d seen. She’d grown up around rich
    lawyers and politicians; a nose job was general y a prerequisite before the
    launch of any political career.
    The stranger’s jaw was strong, jutting; the mouth wide and probably
    incredibly attractive when he smiled. Which he was not. His light brown hair fel
    a bit shaggily over his brow, and his dark green eyes seemed to see more
    than the average person’s. He wasn’t excessively tal , just of average height,
    but his body was big, compact, incredibly muscular and intimidating.
    No wonder he’d been able to pick her up so easily and haul her out of
    harm’s way. He was built like a gladiator.
    Olivia usual y dated lean, softer-looking men. But for the life of her, she
    suddenly couldn’t remember why. Because this one had her stomach—not to
    mention her female parts—fluttering with just one long look.
    “Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
    Hurt her? He might have just saved her life. “I’m fine, thank you. I can’t
    believe I was so oblivious.”
    He took her arm and steered her toward the curb, making sure she stepped
    up onto it. Then, glancing around, he stepped back, bent and scooped up a
    pair of dark sunglasses off the street. They must have fal en off his face when
    he’d rescued her. They were now missing a lens. And the other was badly
    scratched.
    “I’ m so sorry,” she told him. “Please let me replace those. Were they
    prescription?”
    “Nah.” He shrugged, tucking them into his suit pocket. “No biggie. I’m so
    hard on ’em I stock up at the dol ar store.”
    He had a nice voice, she realized, when he wasn’t barking at people. His
    soft drawl said he was a Georgia native—maybe not Savannah, more country
    —but stil attractive, sexy.
    “You, uh, wanna tel me what had you so fascinated that you almost walked
    right up to the pearly gates and introduced yourself to St. Peter?” he asked,
    his voice low, lightly amused. But his stare remained keen, assessing.
    She licked her lips, glancing past him at the fire scene, where emergency
    responders continued to work, making sure the area was secure. “I, uh . . .”
    What could she say, that she’d heard about the fire on the news and had
    driven down here because she had this strange mental compulsion?
    Savannah police already thought those associated with eXtreme
    Investigations were bonkers; why on earth would she add to that conclusion? “I
    just saw the activity and came over to see what was happening. I didn’t even
    realize I’d actual y stepped out into traffic.” A weak excuse, and she doubted
    he entirely bought it.
    He didn’t. “That’s al ? You wouldn’t have any information about the fire,
    would you?”
    She evaded the question. “I heard you found human remains inside.”
    His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped briefly. “How the hel . . .”
    “It was on the radio.”
    “Damn it,” he snapped. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
    “No, I’m afraid not,” she said, realizing his anger at having a leak on the
    scene might work to her advantage. He looked ready to go rip somebody a
    new one, which meant he might not be too interested in questioning her
    further.
    That was a good thing. She suddenly wanted to get out of here, to forget
    she’d ever come down here. Whatever strange force had made her come
    here had nearly gotten her kil ed, and she wasn’t interested in heeding it
    anymore.
    The