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clips. A few curling tendrils had escaped the style and framed her heart-shaped face. Her body curved beautifully, from the gentle swell of her breasts to the enticing dip to her lower back. Her attire accentuated her best assets, but he knew she used that to her advantage. He’d seen her in action and knew she was intelligent and stronger than she looked.
    “Miguel, how did you get here?” Julien looked furious. Not that Miguel was surprised, if he’d been dealing with a defiant wife for the past day.
    “Used the door of course. While I’m talented in many areas, walking through solid objects is not one of them.”
    Señora Kincaid raised her hand to her mouth to stifle the soft laugh, but that didn’t stop the delight from twinkling in her eyes, and such beautiful soft-gray eyes they were. Enchanted, he rose to his feet and moved closer to the woman.
    “You seem to have forgotten your manners, Julien.” He tossed the glass in Julien’s direction, confident the man would catch it. “Señora, you have the loveliest eyes I’ve ever had the honor of gazing into.” She narrowed them in suspicion at him as he lifted her hand to his lips. “So expressive, too. Never allow anyone to convince you to play poker.”
    He turned her hand and pressed his lips against her inner wrist, feeling her pulse beating under the delicate skin. She gasped and tried to yank her hand back, but he refused to let it go. Instead he lightly nipped her palm at the base of her thumb.
    Her gray eyes darkened while her expression flashed surprise. What a perfect combination of innocence and seductress. In his peripheral vision he saw Julien swallow the remaining scotch from the glass before placing it on a small table beside him.
    “I haven’t forgotten anything, but you’re stepping over the line, my friend. This is my wife, Kassandra.” Julien reached between them and wrapped his hand over Kassandra’s wrist, denying Miguel the opportunity to tease her anymore.
    “An extreme pleasure, Señora Kincaid.” Miguel retreated for a moment to give her some space and not aggravate Julien any further.
    “Call me Kass, everyone does.”
    He bowed. “Thank you, Kass. My name is Miguel de la Vega, and I’m eternally at your service.” His words brought about the soft smile he hoped they would from her. Miguel had a great number of plans when he left his home in Espa ñ a and set out on this quest. The addition of Kass changed his plans slightly but was a delicious layer to his current situation.
    “Miguel, if you’re finished trying to seduce my wife, would you be so good as to tell me how you got in my office?”
    “Didn’t we go through this already?” Miguel walked back to the sofa and plopped down onto the corner of it. Waving at the other side, he smiled at Kass. “Come sit next to me, Kass. I want to get to know all your secrets.”
    “I’m afraid you will have to do better than that, Mr. de la Vega.” Kassandra wasn’t that easily swayed. She strode over to the sideboard and poured herself a healthy amount of amber liquid into a glass. She moved incredibly gracefully for a woman who was carrying as many weapons as she was. He was sure she thought that she’d hidden them, but he was far too well trained not to notice. A glance over at Julien told him that his friend wasn’t fooled either.
    Julien arched an elegant eyebrow, and Miguel winked lazily at him. He remembered well how unrestrained Julien was once he was stripped of that damn civilized shell he wore around himself. Miguel’s dreams were filled with replays of the too-few nights they’d spent together. He could still remember the taste of Julien’s skin and the silky texture right next to his hip bone.
    Miguel knew then that Julien was running after someone, and after some careful prying, he learned the man’s wife had run off. To someone with as much pride as Julien Kincaid, Miguel knew it must have been quite the blow. After finally meeting Kassandra in person he