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that’s her.”
    Glancing out the window, Collin looked beyond the pool until he spotted her. Sara had a black bag strung across her chest and a can of coffee snuggled in the crook of one arm while she dragged a suitcase, with her other hand, toward the pool house. By the looks of it, the suitcase was winning in the fight.
    “Looks like she could use a hand . Maybe I should go offer.”
    Collin grabbed another mug and filled them both. “She’s not a new toy, Drew. She’s here to do a job , so keep it in your pants.”
    Without waiting for a reply , Collin stepped out onto the patio and walked over to where she stood jamming the key into the lock. 
    “Looks like you could use some help.” He handed her one of the mugs and slid his other hand over her s. Then he wiggled the key and turned it until he heard the unmistakable click. “It’s takes a bit of finesse to get it just right.”
    Sara let out a sigh and took a sip of her coffee.  A stain of scarlet appeared on her cheeks. “I decided to take you up on your offer.”
    He turned to find her assessing gaze going down the length of his body. A quick big grin stretched his lips, and her face reddened. Yes, doll, you’re busted. “Do I pass?”
    “Excuse me?”
    He stepped toward her and leaned into her ear as he reached behind her for the bag she’d been struggling with. The scent of roses in the afternoon sun drifted to his nose, and he inhaled before he whispered. “Am I your type?”
    He heard her breath hitch and grinned, silently wondering if he could make her breath hitch again. He grabbed the bag behind her and straightened. Her pretty red blush was replaced with a scowl. He carried the bag inside and to the bedroom, where he left it on the bed and returned to her moments later.
    “I guess you’ll do.”
    He chuckled. “That bag must have weighed a hundred pounds.” He motioned toward the coffee can in her hand. Even though it looked imported, he couldn’t help his reply. “You know, we have coffee here.”
    “Not like this ,” she said over her shoulder as she shrugged out of her coat and tossed it on a nearby chair. She continued to move throughout the small room, testing the locks on the door and the windows. Her face was clouded with unease. “You’re in dire need of better security.”
    She pulled the phone from her pocket, dialed , and placed it against her ear. “Marco, you need to send in the security techs for a major overhaul.” She walked back outside and glanced around the doorframe before entering again. “He’s going to need alarms and cameras, just for starters, and I’d suggest sending someone you trust to work the gate until this is over.”
    Sara stopped in her tracks as she listened. “What? When? Did they take anything?” she asked.
    That didn’t sound good. He whispered, “Was there a break-in?”
    She nodded and covered the phone with her palm. “Yeah, someone tried to break into our offices but I think our security scared them off.”
    More seconds ticked by as she intently listened to whatever Marco was telling her. Finally she released an audible sigh and went back to giving Marco her demands.
    This was the first time he was seeing Sara in action , taking over like a woman on a mission, and damn if it wasn’t sexy as hell. Her cheeks were flushed; her tiny hands touched everything in her path. He supposed she was right, perplexed why he hadn’t considered his security before. The killer hadn’t threatened to kill him, only his past girlfriends, but he should have figured that it was better to be safe and alive than sorry and six feet under.
    While she paced in front of him, it gave him more time to study her. Her long brown wavy locks swung around her arms with each turn, covering a white bandage attached to her bicep. Her long legs ate up the tiny living room in six steps before she was turning again. The curve of her jeans emphasized her perfectly tight ass, and the slight muscle definition on her arms